Well, it's been 2 months. 2 months with my 2 babies, of whom I might mention may be the most unalike set of twins you will ever come across. Seriously, I couldn't catch a break and get two babies that actually behave similarly and need the same types of things, now could I? "No, her life is too calm and boring right now (went the conversation up in heaven as these two little nuggets were being knit together inside me) No, no, let's give her a challenge, let's really see how well she can handle sheer
insanity and
bedlam in her home by not only giving her twins but by making them
polar opposites...yeah yeah, that'll be fun."
**And here ends my irreverence since I just heard thunder rumbling in the background and I'm not a
huge fan of being struck by lightning.**
But really, let me take a second to tell you just how different these little guys are... we can start by looking at them.
Here is Jude at 1 and then 2 months.
And here is Noah.
Jude is my little peanut babe. I've never had a bitty baby. By two months all my other babies had chunked up to double and triple chin status, with rolly polly thighs and chubby little fingers to boot. But not my little Jude-dude, at 10.1 lbs he's boasting the 13th percentile in weight and proud of it. He's also the biggest mixture of the bunch as far as who he looks like, he's not a clear MacDiarmid (Macy and Noah) and he's not a clear Gross (Carter), he's just Jude. and I could drink in his teeny tiny features all day long. And then there is Noah. Noah is following in his big brother and sister's footsteps just fine. The piggy of the two babes, at 11.10 lbs he is gaining weight at rapid speed and is well on his way to standard baby pudgeville. And the differences in their appearance don't stop on the scale. Noah is fair, with his light skin and bright blue eyes, Jude is darker with brown hair and brown eyes. Noah is round, he's got a big old barrel chest and an 'outy' bellybutton, Jude is long and skinny with your standard 'inny'. I like dressing Noah in all shades of blue cuz it makes his eyes pop and I find myself leaning towards oranges, olives, mustards and browns for little Jude. (so emo I know :))
When it comes to eating, Noah is my sensitive baby, his tummy doesn't seem to like the dairy and caffeine that I so selfishly continue to consume (although I have cut back considerably), he's gassy and squirmy after a meal. Jude can take it all in stride though and aside from a fountain of spit up that pours from his unflinching little face he's quiet and content and a tad milk drunk after eating. Aaand...then they switch. Once fully fed and awake, Jude is my mover and shaker. His wiry little body will jerk and startle and kick and bat while his eyes stare out at you like there's toothpicks holding them open. Noah, once comfortable is super calm and will just lay and stare contentedly at nothing. And speaking of staring at nothing, he'll also smile at nothing. Really
nothing. I was nursing him this afternoon and he kept pulling away to break into these wide grins and coos at the ceiling. He was not looking at me, or his brother across from him. He was quite literally looking into the air, and repeatedly cracking huge smiles that lit up his entire angelic face; I felt very left out of his inside joke with the...
wall. Jude is a tad more coy and selective with his smiles. He gets you to beg and contort your face and ooh and ahh and make all sorts of silly gestures and facial expressions while he hints with the slightest twitches of his face that he may, just MAY be about to smile for you. He gives you just enough indication that he is paying attention and considering smiling that you keep trying for quite sometime without losing hope; and then finally, when he's decided you've earned it; bam, he will break out into a gummy, goofy open mouthed smile that could melt your heart.
Both boys dimples could turn glaciers to puddles in an instant.
Jude wants to be swaddled, Noah sleeps best on his stomach. Noah will eat and eat and eat, even in his sleep he can polish a bottle off in no time, Jude will lazily suck the day away and swallow basically nothing if he's decided he's not interested at that particular moment. Noah gets quickly overstimulated by noise and too much activity going on around him, on the other hand I actually dropped a glass full of ice and cranberry juice right on Jude's sleeping face (I was holding him asleep on the airplane flying back from market and we hit a bump...it's a long sad story) and the boy didn't even flinch, wake up or cry. Honest.
Jude is a champion napper (most days) and Noah a champion night sleeper (most nights). The boys quite literally take turns sleeping and their cries lull the other off to dreamland. When one baby stops crying, the other suddenly stirs, wakes up and starts to cry themselves. I am
not joking. It's a conspiracy, I'm convinced.
If they weren't born on the same day, 7 minutes apart, I might really question if they were twins at all. They are keeping me on my toes that's for sure. But I'm trying to drink in their differences, remember them and celebrate them, I'm sure there are soo many more to come, after all it's only been two months!!
These are my baby boys. They are making life very interesting these days, and I love it (okay I'm working on it);)
