Yesterday was pretty long and tiring.  Last night was long and sleepless.  Today is probably going to be pretty long as well. 

We had our six month checkup yesterday.  The twins are doing great.  Alex is 16 lbs, 2 oz., and 27 ins. long.  Erin is 15 lbs, 12 oz., and 26 ins. long.  Their physicals went well, and the doctor gave me some good advice about feedings and weaning and all that fun stuff.  And I love that he gives no pressure for any of it.  Whatever is best for us is the best thing to do.  Fantastic!

Unfortunately, the visit itself was not terribly enjoyable.  The appointment was at 11:00, so we left home at 10:30.  We arrived on time and were promptly shown to our room.  The nurse came in and we did weight/measurements.  And then we waited.  Erin started screaming shortly after we arrived.  I had to hold her.  Alex was playing with the baby in the mirror (his reflection, of course) for a while, but then he got fussy, too.  By 11:39, I had two crying babies.  By 11:50 or so, when the doctor finally came in, I had two screaming babies (lunch is usually around noon for them).  We finished our appointment and scheduled the next one, but it was about 12:45 before we finally got home.  By then I had tired, hungry, newly-vaccinated babies.  And I was hungry and tired, too (though unvaccinated!).  I fed them, and they took a super long nap.  And last evening was pretty uneventful.

Unfortunately, last night was altogether too eventful.  Erin has a bad cold this week with congestion and cough.  She woke up at 11:30 crying really hard.  I calmed her down, but was back up in about an hour for Alex having a fit.  Basically, all four of us were pretty much up and down from midnight to 3:15 when we finally figured out that Alex needed gas drops on top of the Tylenol we’d given him.  Of course, Erin was back up around 5:15 because of her cold, so I held her until it was time to eat, then fed Alex, then went back to bed (at about 6 am) until 7:15. 

So far, we’ve had a few crying episodes this morning. Both of them have sore legs and mild fevers, though they’re doing all right now that the Tylenol is kicking in.  And Erin just doesn’t feel well, poor baby.  And I’m really bad at saline drops for her nose.  She hates them, and I seem to dribble more of it on her face than in her nose.  I’m hoping we get some good naps in, but that means I can’t run the errands I need to run.  I guess they’ll just have to wait.  So anyway, I’m expecting it to be a pretty long day.

I wish I had someone to hang with me today.  Oh well…we will survive.

On a less self-centered note, I was really sorry, though not surprised, to see that the Gosselins are separating.  How sad that Satan has taken down another family, and one as high-profile and (at least nominally) Christian as this one.  The family is destroyed, but “the show must go on” – what bad priorities.  And as I stopped watching the show weeks ago, I guess I’ll just have to keep praying for them.  Maybe God will do a marvelous work between them, somehow.

And in my sleep-deprived state, I guess that’s all I’ve got this morning.  Happy Tuesday!