togetherness

I've been experimenting this week with putting the boys together to wriggle and play and maybe even sleep. They seem to be mildly aware that another being is there, and perhaps they feel each other on a more primal level after spending so much time next to each other inside of me. But the rest of the time they grunt and warble and flail and smack each other and pretty much are unmoved. But then they fall asleep and are so damn cute. Yesterday because of laundry issues and the fact that they just don't have many outfits that fit them right now (they grow so fast, and my newborn clothing stash came mostly from lovely gifts) they were dressed identically. I know I vowed never to subject them to that, but I figured if a twin dresses like a twin in the woods and no one hears it, did it really happen? Yet here I am posting proof of their matchy matchy super cute outfits. Little wee bears and pine trees!

Mom's second quilt came! Now I just need to decide who gets which one...

tonight I finished cooking dinner while Charlie served as a napping plaftorm

Today's sweet boys, not sleeping. After a morning of sleeping (and pancakes, don't forget the pancakes) there was a whole lot of not sleeping the rest of the day. I love that in this photo they look like they're leaping up and clicking their heels together, their life choreographed by Jerome Robbins.

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Bonus video of wiggly boys. They do plenty of crying and shrieking, but the rest of the time they've got a vocal rambling repertoire of little grunty animal sounds.