Happy One Month Birthday!

Starting today, I am going to try and write the boys a little letter or note on each month's birthday. In the interest of full disclosure, I should mention that I stole this idea from my friend Lauren's blog. She writes the best letters to her twin sons Aiden and Chase and I can't resist knocking off her idea...

Sorry this is a little late, they turned one month on Tuesday. I tried to get this up on time, but it just couldn't happen.

Dear Oscar and Judah,

Today you are one month old. I am going to say all the cliche things right now, so be prepared. I cannot believe how quickly a month has gone by. It seems like it was literally last night that I was hyperventilating in the triage room of the hospital, waiting to waddle back to the OR so I could finally meet you. You seemed so tiny and vulnerable at first, and honestly, I was a little scared of you. And all your noises and grunts and quirks were so unfamiliar to me. It is like I felt like I should know you guys better than I did.

This past month has been such a whirlwind. At first it seemed that all you were doing was sleeping, eating, crying and pooping. Lots of pooping. Judah, you have the especially amusing habit of enjoying to finish your poop mid-diaper change. Then after you start that chaos, you change it up with a giant fountain of pee. And it gets Daddy and I every time. Good work. Clearly, you are just like your dad and I suspect that you (like him) will never tire of pee and poop jokes.

Everyone was immediately amazed at your ability to get on a schedule. Right away you established yourselves as good eaters and sleepers and we have been patting ourselves on the backs for being so lucky to have dodged some the dreaded infant miseries like colic, spitting up and general fussiness. And really, so far, we have, although Oscar, as much as your brother likes to poop, it seems you like to barf. Just a little after each feeding, but I guess you are going to be the one who makes puke jokes (also like your father).

I am happy to tell you that your dad and I have been doing pretty well over the past month too. I am getting myself back together after a delightful pregnancy (you are too young to be told the truth) and I am really starting to feel back to normal. I think that my nightly glass of wine helps immensely. I now only look like I am about 4 months pregnant, although the size of my boobs might frighten some (not you though, as these cha chas are you 24 hour diner). I no longer am in much pain from the surgery and I didn't get those dreaded baby blues. I am fairly cheerful except when your daddy doesn't clean up the bottles that he leaves in the sink all the time. (BRENT! TAKE A HINT! CLEAN UP AFTER YOUR DAMN SELF! Sorry 'bout that.)

Speaking of Daddy, other than my little complaints about the bottles, he really rocks as a dad. He is calm and patient. He changes diapers and gets up in the middle of the night with me. He calls you cute names like "My Little Man" and "Judah Bear." I am trying to break him of Oscar's nickname that is starting to stick...I just don't think we should call you "O.J." in light of recent events.

Also, we are so happy to tell you that your doggies love you guys a lot. Kiva is endlessly curious about these new additions and she spends a lot of time sniffing and trying to kiss you, which I am constantly trying to monitor. Walter is spending most of his time guarding me, which is par for the course. You both are really enjoying all the visitors who have been coming over, especially the UPS guy that Kiva scares to death every time he rings our doorbell, which is often thanks to everyone's generous and thoughtful gifts!

Anyway, we are really having fun with you guys. I can hardly wait to see what you do over the next month. You are already waking up and looking around so much. We are starting to get glimpses of your personalities and individuality from cues other than what you do with your bodily fluids. We are loving every day of being your parents. Happy birthday!!!