heatwave 2009!

Seattle's little taste of 'true summer' could not have come at a worse time.

Two brand new babies and a house full of family!

This is how we survived!

Cool rags and naked babies

These gals are HOT!

It was a steamy 90 degrees in our house!

Every day and night a struggle to keep cool, yet these gals slept like, well, babies!

Sweet relief.

The only bath Marlo has not screamed thru!

This was the look Eme gave the weatherman as he claimed the heatwave would continue!

Marlo was also scared and reminiscing about her cool bath.

But we all survived, no worse for the wear!

Summer tried to kick our butts, but we kicked back!

Bring it on, we are ready for anything now!

the first month

In the beginning we were so tiny!

Marlo 5lbs 14 oz

Eme 5lbs 5oz

Then after just one week, we grew to be 6 plus pounds each.

Thanks to Auntie Ty we have our cool age stickers... Just like Max.
Here we are at 0 months of age!

Week three of life was a tough one!
We cried all the time, and hardly slept!
Our moms were going BANANAS!!!!
We did have one great day where we tried on our french berets and sent birthday wishes!

We finally settled down week four... After all, we are growing up.

Wow, how time flies- we are a month old!!! Old enough to wear pretties in our hair, and sit up like big girls.

Eme 7lbs 14 oz (20th%)
19.75 inches (10% still a shorty)

Marlo 7lbs 15 oz (20th%)
20.25 inches (20th %)

The formal announcement

Make a Smilebox slideshow

LOVED!

Two weeks and loving it... every second!

Who new such a little bird could make my heart swell sooo big!

My buddy loving my new tiny birdie buddy Marlo.

Three generations of love

I know now how much she loves me!

Thanks mom!

Mom and her babes

This is the life

Sooo happy

PERFECTION!

Percocet

... dreamy saviour or villainous traitor?

After the C-section, I was given a miracle drug... Percocet. Now, I know why people can fall victim to this warm sleepy hazy prey. Mr. P. (as I call him) helped me to venture out into the world pain-free just 3 days after surgery. How can this be bad, I asked myself? We traveled to such exotic places as Fred Meyer, Target and, let us not forget the joy of University Village!

Mr. P. had me so convinced that I was FINE, and then... he was gone! This is when the pain really kicked it up a notch! I asked my doc for a refill and whether it was normal to still be needing the pills 8 days after surgery. She asked what my activity level had been, so I proudly told her!! Why not, I was doing GREAT!? Not really; she said I was grounded for a full week- no leaving the house, and no lifting more than one baby. Talk about a buzz kill!

Then the good doc told me my old friend Mr. P. was out the door; she replaced him with his less evil cousins Vicodin and Advil. Generic Advil to boot! (and we all know I am a name brand girl!) I added the Guinness myself... purely for enhanced milk production of course!

This lasted another 8 days. And here I am almost fully recovered, but for a strange new addiction, courtesy of Courtney. A BACON chocolate bar? What? Two of my faves in one! How bad can this be?

At least the gateway lead me to chocolate with BACON and not under a Seattle bridge in Belltown.

So I ask you again- Mr. P., dreamy saviour (who circuitously lead me to the chocolate of my dreams) or villainous traitor?

I will let you know!

No drugs were taken during the writing of this blog