Yesterday was my last day breastfeeding the boys. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t tear up. I had reduced our feedings from 3 times a day to twice a day then just the mornings. I’m so proud of the three of us making it 14.5 months!! I’m going to miss looking down and seeing the little heart the three of us would make. The way the boys would curl in their inner arms and almost hold hands… the way they’d laugh at each other and I was forced to hold one of their arms back so they wouldn’t poke each other in the eye. I’m going to miss when Nathan finishes first and looks up at me with a huge grin and how Anthony always has to double check Nathan’s side to see if any drop was left behind. I’m going to miss hearing their excitement when Steve went into their rooms to wake them up and bring them to me in the mornings. Most of all I’m going to miss that bonding time and the closeness of breast feeding; snuggling in with my boys and the incomparable feeling of serenity, peace, and the power of being the solution to most tears. Breastfeeding twins was one of the most difficult things I’ve ever done in the beginning but after that initial period it has been one of the most rewarding experiences of my life.
That being said… it sure was nice waking up this morning and being able to wear a normal bra and shirt again. I am going to enjoy this new found freedom.
Nathan’s 2nd word after Dog. Granted, they sound a lot a like.
Being a twin must be so fun! Always having a buddy. I love these boys! They love life and are always so happy.
Grandma and Grandpa Seacat got the boys this AWESOME basketball hoop. Thank you G’Rents! The boys get a kick out of taking their balls and throwing them through the basket. Especially Nathan, he is a natural. Check out this kiddo dunking with daddy:
Today the boys went for their first walk ever… walking. We made it about a block (almost to the mailbox on another street) before we put the boys back into the stroller. They probably would’ve made it the whole way but I had to get back to work. The pace isn’t quite the same when the boys are walking. But they did a great job. I was impressed. They seemed so proud of themselves and their new freedom of walking on their own outside on the sidewalks.
By the time I took pics I already had Anthony in the stroller. So it’s just little Nate.
… climb up into our laps with a book and ask us to read it to them. Over and over again. LOVE THIS!
The boys giggled non-stop when Gracie got to take a bath with them.
The boys have been turning on and off the light switch in the attic.
Anthony just wanted to say hello to all you blog readers out there! 14.5 months old.