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What a difference six months makes

by Juliemara
04.17.12

One day we brought home two little babies. They were very little. Miss Talia weighed a mere 4 pounds 15 ounces, her little head was the size of a tennis ball. Jordan was 6 pounds 4 ounces, most of which was in her head, 3/4″ bigger than Talia’s. And now at six months old they have nearly tripled their weights and Miss Talia is now, not only the oldest, but she is also the biggest at 14 pounds and 12 ounces. She’s a great eater. Jordan was not far behind and is growing very well too, her six month weight is 14 pound 10 ounces. It’s hard to see in the picture how much they have grown, it just looks as though the pacifier was much bigger!

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Both girls measured 25 1/2 inches long (I can’t wait until the first time they pull themselves up so I can measure their height!). They have grown 7 inches in six months! And both girls are in the 25% percentile on the standard growth charts for height and weight. They may be little but they are strong. The doctor said they have great upper body strength, which you can see by their cute little arm muscles,

and as soon as they get their little butts up in the air they will be taking off in every direction! Let the good times continue. My husband and I are having such a great time raising theses sweet precious beautiful little girls. Every day is fun and exciting and we don’t even mind that every few nights one or both of them want to wake up and hang out at four in the morning because that’s just more time we get to spend with them while they are still so small. We know it’s bad to give in to it but sometimes you just can’t help it. They are just too cute!

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6 months old, that’s half a year

by Juliemara
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A letter to my babies

by Juliemara
04.11.12

Today girls you are 1/2  a year old, six months you have lived. You have changed so much in these six months, I can’t begin to understand how tiny humans can go through such a huge transformation in such a short time. You no longer scream bloody murder when we change your diaper, in fact you enjoy it, like it’s another fun game we play. You eat three times as much as you did your first week alive and your are three times the size. It has been such a pleasure to have have the chance to be your mom and to get to know who you are and try to figure out who you will be, I look forward to the next six months and cherish the these past six. There are things I wanted to do for you before you were born that  wasn’t able to mostly because I was in too much pain. I have gotten to some of those things and others I have forgotten about and realized they are no longer important. I wanted to tell you the story of your birth before you turned six months, but I just haven’t had the time to write it down, I promise I will do it before your first birthday. I also want to congratulate you and say thank you for being such good little breast feeders, I am so proud of you and my self for have accomplished that, another story I will tell before you turn one. Your Abba and I have a fun first summer planned for you, you won’t remember it except from the millions of pictures we will take but we will know you loved it because your smiles say everything.

Dear Talia, My first born. You were suppose to be baby B, or so we thought, you were the whole time you were inside me. You insisted on going first and thus created a jam for both of you. You were so tiny. Your arm was the size of my index finger, the skin around it so soft and wrinkly. Your eyes blinked equally from the top and bottom. Despite being so tiny you made sure to always let everyone know exactly how you felt good and bad. You still do. You smile at everyone! Your scream with every ounce of emotion when you are unhappy, which we are quickly realizing can be because you are hungry, tired or want the toy that Jordan has. We let you get away with that now, but eventually you will not always get your way. You love to sleep with something on your face, your lovey, your blanket or your hands. Your favorite toy for a long time was the multi color orb rattle, but now you seem to love the crinkle book. You love to jump and jump and jump. In the past few days your face has started to change, I’m not sure how to describe how but you look more girly, your smile is getting bigger, your cheeks fuller I’m not sure it’s possible but I think you get sweeter everyday. I love that you are my baby, I miss you when you are sleeping, I love waking up to your cries (since you usually wake up first). Talia, your name morning dew suites you perfect, you are such a sweet gentle part of my morning, you are dramatic and beautiful. I love you. Happy 1st half birthday.

Dear Jordan, You have my initials that I had before I got married, so when you are ready for big girl jewelry, let me know and I will give you all my jewelry with my JMS monogram. You were born bright red, the color of a beet. I still don’t know why, no one at your hospital seem to be worried about it. You had the roundest fullest cheeks, you still do. You are such a sweet baby, you are calm and reserved, you go with the flow, you rarely cry. So when you do, we can’t help but jump because something must be wrong if YOU are crying.  For the longest time you were our good sleeper, sleeping all the time, sometimes hard to wake up and recently you decided you had no interest in bed time and would just cry, loud. We couldn’t help but give in, I hope you enjoyed those nights when you got to stay up late and fall asleep in your swing because we don’t plan on letting you do that often.  You are a kind baby always checking on your big sister, patting her head and reaching for her hand. You give the best baby hugs and are such a good snuggler. You love to sleep in the carrier, and I thank you for that. I love that I can wear my baby while she sleeps so peacefully, its a good feeling for a mommy. You have learned how to blow spit through your lips and love to do it, all day long, spiting all over yourself and anyone who dares to come close.  You love your feet,  you have mastered the happy baby yoga pose, they should call it the happy mommy because nothing makes me smile more.  You love stories, you are s a great listener, even if you just stare at me and not the book, I’m ok with that.  I’m writing this as you sleep, I wish I could wake you to play with me, but I won’t, I’ll sleep myself and look forward to the morning. Where when you wake, you’ll tuck your hands into your neck, and stretch your elbows way up over your head before you can be bothered to open your eyes for the day. I love you. Happy 1st 1/2 birthday.

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