Owen looks like me?

So I've been hearing from relatives and my mom that many people from Alcester think Owen looks like me! This is so funny because all along we've thought Owen looks just like Jeff. I can see how he might look like my baby pics because of the chubby cheeks. I guess I don't mind that people think he looks like me, it's kind of fun.

The boys continue to be a constant delight to me. I love to watch Chase play with his fingers as he brings his hands to the midline of his body. He loves to suck on his fingers, attempting to get his entire fist in his mouth. He loves "Little Round House" and giggles at it. His smile is just beautiful and his little eyes light up. He enjoys laying on his play mat listening to music and looking at himself in the mirror. He's quite the pumpkin.

Owen is just as sweet. He smiles and his mouth drops open and he coos. He is a big talker and makes lots of loud noises. He is the master of faces and you never know what kind of face he'll make next. He loves his pacifier and likes to watch Mommy talk to him, over playing with toys. His eyes get really big as he observes all that goes on around him. He's our little O-Baby.

Both boys are just amazing babies. They really don't cry that often and love adult interaction. They eat pretty well-although a lot of it ends up on their shirts. They continue to share a crib and always end up very close to each other-most of the time touching. Even if we put them at total opposite ends of the crib, they are together by 3:00 am. I try not to compare Chase and Owen, but right now Chase is the more easy going baby. Owen has some lungs on him and has been known to perform the "death cry". Poor guy.

Jeff is in Atlanta for a few days. He left Sunday morning and gets back Wed. night. His mom is here helping me with the babies, praise the Lord. She is amazing and gets up to help me feed them in the night. Last night the top of the bottle didn't get screwed on quite tight enough and 5 ounces of milk ended up on Owen's sleeper! oops! We had a good laugh about that. I had some anxiety about Jeff leaving for a few days, but it's going rather well. I'm not saying he can stay longer in Atlanta, just that God is giving me the grace to get through this time without him. Last night I experienced my first duo baby breakdown. They both screamed for about 1 hour as I was trying to feed them. It was just lovely. Luckily I didn't start screaming or lock myself in the bathroom. I guess I figured at some point they would stop and would be fine. Owen finally stopped when I gave up and put him in the swing. His little face was all puffy and red from crying so hard. Chase stopped when I put him on his tummy. He always calms down on his tummy. Then I took a deep breath and prayed it would never happen again! :)

I've gotten to the point where getting up in the night is automatic. I don't even know I'm putting their pacifiers in-it just happens. In the morning Jeff asks me what time I was up and I have no idea. He and I live in a constant state of exhaustion followed by complete forgetfulness. People ask us how much the boys weighed at their appointment just a few weeks ago. We both look at each other and shrug our shoulders. Holding that much information in our brains is just not possible at this point. I can hardly remember my name. I was bottles and pumping supplies all day and that's all I can handle. :) We've given each other permission to not remember anything the other says. It's just too difficult right now.