Friday, July 15, 2011

2 Weeks Old!

Sorry I haven't been posting on here; I rarely get on the computer anymore, and have generally been checking my email from my phone. It's not very practical to post a blog entry by typing it through my phone, so I've consequentially been neglecting my duties as resident blogger for the Wards. My apologies.

They boys are doing well. Their personalities are starting to emerge and it's neat to see the little people they're growing into. Jeff says Cole looks like a "little Bob," and Mom even said he resembles Nikki when she was little, so I suppose he has a bit more Shimshock/Alasko in him than the other kiddo. He's generally cool tempered (not from the Shimshock/Alasko side!) and is the harder one to wake up for feedings. His favorite sleeping position is with both hands up, as if he is surrendering to his drowsiness.

Avery, on the other hand, literally looks like a miniature Jeff. It's so funny how you can already tell how much he is going to resemble Jeff. He is a bit fussier than his brother (not from the Ward/Sauriol side!) and is harder to get back to sleep after eating. He also makes the funniest hungry faces and will try to put anything in his mouth when he is ready to eat. Today he tried to eat Cole's hand while we were trying to wake up Cole to feed.

We're still not sure on hair color yet. I think they both have reddish hues, but they're not as bright as Jeff's (I'm sure Jeff will come back and say he doesn't have red hair, even though EVERYONE thinks he does; even the people at Starbucks asked me if my husband was the one with the red hair who comes there to work all the time).

So far we have been on a number of excursions with the boys. They've been to Target, GNC, Whole Foods, Michael's and Starbucks. We surely cause a scene wherever we go, but I know it will only last as long as they are little, so I'm relishing in the moments as they occur.

Mom has been a great help, and Jeff and I are trying to figure out a way to pay her a salary to stay down here and help us full time. We're not sure how we're going to do this without her. Our only solution thus far is to train MacGyver to take care of them. He probably would be very willing, since he definitely has a paternal instinct--he kisses their feet when they're fussing and checks them out to make sure they're both alright--but I'm not sure that would work out in the long run.

I could write for longer, but this post is already long by blogger standards, so I'll save some for the next entry. I'll try to be more consistent with my updates from here on out.