My twins are still colicky. So no big update there. Yesterday I thought I might have to have my eardrums surgically removed but it was a Sunday so the doctor’s office was closed and there was no one in my living room with a medical degree. So yeah, I watched the Oscars – watched being the operative word because I never got to hear any of it. Screaming infants is a formidable sound. You can turn up the volume on your remote all you like but they will just scream louder. These babies love a challenge. “Go ahead, turn it up full blast if you want” they say with their eyes. “We can belt out a yell that will have your neighbors turning their TV’s louder.” I don’t know how a 6 pound baby has the energy to cry so much. Yes, Sadie is three months old now and only 6 pounds. But, she’s almost tripled her birth weight so it’s a positive thing. Mattie, on the other hand is over 10 pounds. She’s ginormous and has the lungs to prove it.
My doctor recommended the usual – Zantac, some sort of herb that’s in yogurt (like the Activa commercials that play ad nauseum featuring a woman who is finally pooping on a regular basis) and Vodka for us. My doctor told me he was more worried about me than the babies. I can understand since the second he walked into the office I started crying and I must look like I’ve been stationed in Iraq for the last three months by the state of my hygiene and bags under my eyes. “It’s just colic. I know it’s tough. But there’s nothing organically wrong with your children” he said gently. “It will get better.” Yeah, well let’s just hope that happens soon.
But let’s end this post on an up note. Here’s a picture of my husband, Elby and my friend Diana’s daughter. My husband’s facial hair is courtesy of Moustache March. It’s where all the men at his job grow Chia Pets on their chins. I’m not sure Jon’s is working out so well. Sadly, my moustache is almost as thick as his since I don’t have a lot of time for waxing.