My Posse's Gettin' Big...

M&J made quite the effort to come see the girls, driving exactly opposite the way they needed to go "on the way" to a concert downtown. I wish I was more awake when they came. I think I was wearing pajamas. And while I knew M's brother-in-law's name and nephew's name immediately, for some reason I blanked on his sister's name (whom I've known since 1989). This is what sleep deprivation does.

I guess it's no real surprise to anyone that I haven't kept up a furious blogging pace. The Missies are now 6 weeks old, and it was just yesterday that they reached 40 weeks gestational age (i.e., their original due date). The babies have grown tremendously. L, the peanut of the group who was born just over 3 lbs, is now over 6 lbs. G and N are nearly 8 lbs each.

They still eat every three hours. We've had a night nurse the last week or so, and it's been an amazing luxury. She shows up at 11:30, and we go to bed. She preps the bottles and feeds them downstairs for the midnight and 3 AM feeding, and Mrs.essiah wakes up at 6AM to nurse one of the babies, and the night nurse feeds the other two. I handle Messy whenever he wakes up, and Mrs.essiah naps after the 6AM nursing until the 9 AM feeding. The night nurse leaves at 7:30.

But last night, we had no night nurse, and we forgot how good we have it. Mrs.essiah and I handled the 12AM together. Then I did the 3 AM (which I finished around 6 AM), and then the 6, and then handled Messy. I guess I can handle this once a week. The heavier the Missies get, the fewer times they'll need to wake up at night. But it's gonna be a tough couple of months if our night nurse situation ever needs to stop.

Messy and I went up to my 10 year college reunion two weekends ago. Messy, who has been potty trained since we brought the babies home from the NICU about a month ago, has become obsessed with peeing in the bushes. On the morning before we headed out to the reunion, we were inside the house, and he wanted to go in the bushes. I explained that if you're inside, you can't GO outside to pee there; outside is to be used for convenience only, when you already find yourself out there. He was unswayed, and I finally placated him by telling him he could pee at the college. So we get there, and that's all he really wants to do. We found a discrete area behind the library, and he did his business. We later went over to Mrs.essiah's sister school and Messy stripped down to go swim in the fountain behind that school's library. We also enjoyed the small carnival on the green where Messy went in and out of the moonbounce. Peeing in the bushes, swimming naked in fountains, jumping on the moonbounce - basically, Messy experienced Freshman Week.

Everyone at the reunion looked really good/healthy. There was but one balding person, but I've seen him in the intervening years, so he doesn't count. I dare say there were only three people that were a little puffy (yours truly included), but I wouldn't go so far to say any of the three of us were "fat." Several people actually looked better than they did in college. I didn't think that was very fair. I'm guessing that the people who didn't look good decided not to go. Unless they had triplets.

Only a few people brought their kids. A couple people had two kids. No one (there, at least) had three. Some people were there sans kids. My life is over.