I AM alive. Our children are great and we are somehow in a routine. Granted it's a routine that ebbs and flows, but still, it's a routine. It feels like we "worked it out" with the girls, and less like it's something we imposed on them.
Around 9ish, tonight it is 8:30 we feed them in their car seats (love the person that invented the rocking car seat) and they fall asleep. We bring them into the bedroom in their car seats and they sleep until midnight, minimum. Last night I think they slept till 3am, which is rare. One of them cries out, squirms and coos loudly and we rise to meet them. Kate or I put on bottles (in water we heat in a pot)and then feed them a bottle (usually 3/4 or less). They usually get sleepy and then we swaddle them in the Miracle Blankets (Miracle is too strong a word for sure) and lay them in the co-sleeper crib next to our bed. They sleep until 6-7am most days.
Not very exciting, but our first routine no less. It's organic in how it came to be, which I like. Basically, it serves the girls best, but also works well for my lady and me.
Check out the picture above with the girls in their black glam onesies. Ruby Faye is on the left. Look closely at her left hand. That's my girl!
