Category Archives: Destroy

One Month (Adjusted)

So as you may glean from the previous post, things have been slightly hectic – thus preventing me from posting as much as I’d like. Fear not! I have several posts lined up for your enjoyment. Coming soon to a screen near you.

Until then, I’d like to take a quick moment to share that the muppets are one-month-old (adjusted) age today. Had they followed directions, they’d have a lot less milestones for me to write about. Their adjusted age is where we can expect them to fall in terms of growth and development. And they are progressing just as a one-month-old baby should be. (Slightly advanced, of course.)

How time flies, doesn’t it? One month today, four months next week.

The pictures don’t line up to the dates exactly, but they’re a good reminder of how far we’ve come.

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A Shot in the Dark

Today the muppets had their four-month check-up. I can’t believe it either. (Technically, they have another week before they’re actually four months, but it’s close enough to ooh and aww.)

I arrived shortly after Jon and the boys – just in time for the fun stuff. The muppets slope on the official pediatric growth chart is practically vertical. They’re even almost on the chart! Destroy is only a pound below the first percentile for weight.

So without further ado, <drum roll please> the official weigh-in comes in at:

Search
9 lbs, 2 oz
20.25 inches
15 inch head circumference

Destroy
10 lbs, 8 oz
20 inches
14.75 inch head circumference

Search’s got his brother beat on height/length and head circumference. But he still looks tiny next to Destroy. Destroy continues to live up to his nickname – Pudge.

In a much less exciting turn of events, following the statistical recording of vital signs, we rolled over to the pediatric injection clinic. The muppets were due for their next round of vaccinations. We waited in the small lobby area, watching four toddlers play – obviously unaware of what they were in for.

When it was the muppets turn, Search went first. He sat on Jon’s lap in the cramped exam room. The nurse didn’t waste any time – I guess it’s like ripping off the band-aid. Search got the first of three shots in his leg. It took him by surprise. His eyes widened in a brief moment of silence. Then he let out a heartbreaking wail. His little face turned cherry red as tears streamed down his pouting chipmunk cheeks. Even Jon and I had to turn away for the second two shots.

I got to hold Destroy. Now, to be fair, Destroy has a lot more padding on his tubby little thighs. Of course Destroy screamed as well. But his screams were far less panicked. Rather, he merely sounded hungry.

And the difference in those screams explains the reason for the large discrepancy in weight. At first, I thought it was just easier to identify the various needs expressed by Search’s distinct cries; perhaps Destroy was a bit more nuanced. Nope. I’m pretty sure they really are all hunger cries.

With his fondness for food and generally hungry demeanor, I’ve come to the conclusion that Destroy feels all that ails the world can be solved with a snack. Crisis in the Middle East? Sit them down for a glass of warm milk and a cuddle. Problem solved.

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The Long Awaited, Much Anticipated

Last night I promised you more photos.

Remember the family photo shoot I told you about in August? The full collection has arrived!

These photos are amazing memories for our family. You can peruse them for entertainment or to procure your very own muppet memento.

Step 1: Navigate to the website www.kearydeephotography.com
Step 2: Click “enter” on the left side of the boots photo
Step 3: Click “proofing” – located on the bottom of the screen closest to the right
Step 4: Enter “stream” as the password (all lowercase)

Watch the slideshow and enjoy!

Just a quick reminder for anyone searching out a photographer in California or Seattle – Keary Dee is incredible at capturing the simplicity in our everyday lives. I give her the first ever Double Trouble Gold Star.

Cutest. Muppets. Ever.

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Little Sheriff

Little Sheriff

In July 2009, I traveled up to Portland, Ore., to celebrate the baby shower of my college roommate. After the shower we braved the wiles of Babies R Us to pick up some last minute staples. My roommate was very pregnant at the time, so I was sent scurrying around the multitude of baby “necessities” to retrieve the required items.

In the chaos that is a children’s store, nothing is where logic dictates you’d likely find it. So in one of my many criss-crosses across the store, I passed a collection of sheriff and outlaw little boys clothes. My girlfriend was having a little girl, so I merely smiled in admiration to myself and returned to my quest for side-snap onesies. (Surprisingly, these are not found with the rest of the clothes.)

In August 2009, our friend’s little monkey had his first birthday. I’ve long felt that overalls are adorable on little boys. So I decided to chance my luck back in the baby warehouse. The sheriff and outlaw collection was still displayed. I was tickled blue (these were for a boy after all) to find a pair of 12-month overalls with an “outlaw” cowdog riding a horse on the back. Success! When I circled the rack, I saw the Little Sheriff onesie with the deputy cowdog smiling back at me.

I wasn’t pregnant. The muppets were nothing more than a dim glimmer – not even a twinkle – in our eyes. But I was in love with the outfit. I rationalized that if we had a girl, I could put cute a brown corduroy skirt with it. I bought the onesie – size 0-3 months. I brought it home, folded it up and put it away in the back of my closet.

The day we got the call saying our pregnancy test was positive I took the outfit out to stare at it. It was so tiny. Jon laughed, saying, “Our baby is never going to fit in that!”

I took the Little Sheriff out again the day we found out the muppets were boys. Since my arfing spells had drastically decreased by week 16, I used my newfound free time to daydream about what my little sheriffs would be like in the first outfit I’d ever bought for them.

Diaper

Three months later, we had very very tiny muppets. When they were born, they were too small for clothes; they only wore a diaper. Size 0-3 months was going to be a long time coming.

Preemie

We got excited when we dressed them in their first preemie outfit. We rejoiced when they were big enough for newborn clothes.

Newborn

One month ago today, on Aug. 6, 2010, little Destroy came home. During this past month, he has demonstrated his love for food. And today, at a hefty 10 pounds, Destroy debuted the Little Sheriff onesie.

The month has gone by quickly. We’re definitely more comfortable with the boys and they’re certainly becoming more like “typical” babies. Destroy has completely outgrown newborn size and is now only wearing the long awaited 0-3 months size. Search is not far behind – his rapidly growing tummy can no longer accommodate newborn size pants.

Watch out world – we’ve got a new sheriff in town.

Size 0-3 Months

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Keary Dee Photography

You may have noticed that yesterday’s post didn’t have any new photos of the muppets. That’s because there’s no way I could compete with today’s photos.

We had our first official family photo session today. We opted to forgo the hospital mugshots. 1) Because they look like baby mugshots, and 2) we’d had enough of the hospital to last a lifetime and I wasn’t terribly keen on memorializing their infanthood in a NICU isolette.

Photographer Keary Dee arrived at our house armed with camera, lenses and a giant teddy bear and our humble home was instantly transformed into a set for two adorable muppet models.

We decided to set up the shoot after seeing the amazing photos of other families. (Note: this is not a paid endorsement post.) Keary specializes in weddings, senior pictures and family portraits. Obviously, newborn twins are her cutest subjects.

These three pictures are a sneak peak of today’s session. As soon as they’re available, I’ll post the link to the final gallery. You are all welcome to ogle and/or order your very own muppet photo.

All photos courtesy of Keary Dee Photography. Eat your heart out Ann Geddes…

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My Baseball Glove

Pudge continues his projectile spit-up streak. Perhaps his distance throwing abilities and consistent weight gain will earn him a spot in Major League Baseball as the next great player. Pudge Stream – has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?

Yesterday, Destroy successfully puked his way through six outfits. Several of them lasted only through the completion of a diaper change. The second I’d pick him up, BLARF! At one point Jon suggested we wait until before bed before changing him from a cute short-sleeved onesie to long-sleeved footie pjs since it was going to be a cooler evening. No sooner had I agreed than BLARF! Message received. We’ll change now.

The saga of outfits (and beginning to wonder if we’ll have any more to clothe the child in if he continues blarfing at such a rapid pace) reminded me of one of the most infamous childhood stories told in my family.

Camping has always been a classic right-of-passage type of family vacation. (Not for me, my family only ever camped Troop Beverly Hills style). And in the early 1960s, this was just such an outing my mother went on. Since my mom and her brother had reached the wise-old-age of double digits (they were 10ish), G.G. told her offspring that they were old enough to pack their own bags.

Janet and Tommy gathered their necessary belongings. Everything was loaded into the rented RV and the family headed off to the campgrounds. Once there, Tommy began skipping along the stones peaking up from the lake. G.G. repeated warned him to be careful. “You’re going to fall in,” she noted.

“No I’m not,” the all-knowing pre-adolescent assured her.

Splash!

“I told you so,” G.G. calmly reminded him as she looked up from her book. Tommy waded his way back to shore and stood staring at his mother, dripping from head to toe. “Well,” she prodded him, “go change your clothes.”

“What clothes?” he inquired.

“Go change out of your soaking outfit and into one of the dry pairs of pants you brought,” a very exasperated G.G. instructed her son.

“I didn’t bring any pants,” replied a very confused Tommy.

Beginning to grow increasingly concerned, G.G. slowly looked up at Tommy and asked, “Well what did you bring?”

“My baseball glove,” Tommy proudly stated. Tommy was then shuffled back to the RV to change into an orange jumpsuit belonging to my mom.

What a game of catch that must have been. At the very least he would have been an easy target in his big sister’s orange outfit all week.

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Super Dad

Well, I just got Jon, Search and Destroy all down for an afternoon nap. All are sleeping under protest.

The muppets are beginning to have more awake time. This translates to more awake time for Mom and Dad as well. And in two short weeks, Dad will be running the house on his own during the workweek. So after a long night followed by an early morning doctor appointment, Jon was ordered back to bed. Search and Destroy decided that they weren’t terribly interested in sleep. But, lucky for me, they were willing to compromise – they would doze as long as they were being held.

It is becoming very clear that Destroy will be the little boy who wants to crawl into bed with us on lazy mornings. His favorite thing in the world is to cuddle up against our chest. And my baby boys will be not-so-little boys in a hurry.

Both boys are continuing to grow up big and strong. Destroy has become so stout that it is tremendously difficult to burp him during/after his increasingly larger meals. Unfortunately, this means we have entered the world of projectile vomit. And “projectile” is in no way an understatement. That kid gets distance!

Yesterday evening, I ventured to the grocery store to fill our empty cupboards. (Since my last foray out of the house went so well…) When I returned home, the house was quiet. “I don’t hear crying babies,” I called out. Jon replied that there was no time for screaming since he had distracted two hungry boys with food.

I walked into the living room and my ingenious husband, aka Super Dad, had improvised. I guess necessity is the mother of invention. And it appears twins are the brothers of necessity.

I picked up Destroy when he was done scarfing.

BLARF!

With more room in his tummy, he obviously felt better for a short while – likely for the duration of the trip up the stairs to the nursery. Destroy does not like costume changes. He screamed bloody murder, exhausting himself so much that as soon as I picked him up again the two of us had to leap backwards to avoid the Exorcist-level spit-up launching itself clear across the rug onto the hardwood floor. Only then did he look up at me with a level of content. “See Mom, there’s no need to change my clothes.”

In other times of alertness, we’ve been working on tummy time. Jon works with them during periods of alertness when they are willing to push themselves – instead of giving up and immediately going to sleep. Although their corrected age is still negative one week, I don’t think it will be to long before my growing boys can roll over. Both are making huge strides on their play-mat – albeit with very different tactics.

Destroy, aka Pudge, attempts to use his greatest strengths (literally) to his advantage. He arches his back, kicking his legs up behind him and lifts his head. This leaves him balanced on his ginourmous tummy, where he teeters back and forth. Search, still lacking a nickname, can now successfully turn his head from side to side without smooshing his face into the floor. He has also managed to tuck one leg under him as he tries to crawl in vain. He’ll push and push with his little legs, knowing he’s trying to get somewhere but unsure why he’s not going anywhere yet.

Search

Destroy

In the immortal words of Dr. Suess, “Oh the places they’ll go.”

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Pediatric Theatrics

We made it!

Yesterday was the one week anniversary of Destroy’s graduation. It was also the muppets first trip to the pediatrician.

This was our first trip out of the house as a complete family. So on Thursday, we decided to do a trial run and got ready for a walk around the block. The trial run was very much a trial walk-very-slowly.

After the decision to brave the outdoors was confirmed, we first needed to ensure the boys were dressed appropriately. Should they wear short sleeves with a blanket covering them? No – it was a bit windy, they might get cold. How about long sleeves and pants? Well, the sun will be shining down on them; they might get hot. Perhaps a hat is called for. Those were promptly ripped right off their little heads. We finally settled on layers: short sleeve onesie, jacket, socks and an optional blanket. Forty-five minutes later we were ready to set out.

Next came the car seat challenge. Obviously, the each kiddo has already ridden in a car seat since we drove home from the hospital. Regardless, we were determined to make sure they were comfortable and sitting up straight. (It starts early in life, “Don’t slouch! Sit up straight!”) What hadn’t yet been tested was the SUV-size land yacht of a double stroller. After about five minutes of staring at our wheeled beast, we had figured out how the sun-visors worked and the direction to move seats in order to fit the infant carriers.

It took three of us to roll the stroller the whole three feet out the door and down the two front porch steps. Did you know that double strollers have a back AND front brake? I do, now. If you leave the front brake on, nobody turns.

It was over an hour in the making, but we set out into the neighborhood for some vitamin D. We went around the block. The entire trip lasted about 10 minutes. Search immediately dozed off and Destroy just looked a bit bored. But we did it! It was, indeed, possible to leave the house with two small twin boys. We felt ready to make the perilous journey 1.2 miles down the street.

Friday morning. The boys woke up early (I know, shocking – babies getting up early) and enjoyed breakfast. Since our appointment was at 1:45 p.m., I thought it would be a wise idea to start preparing early. So at around 8 a.m., after we dined (which mostly entailed Search staring inquisitively up at me and debating whether the morning’s milk was quite to his liking), I began readying supplies for our expedition.

The diaper bag was an event. I have a diaper bag. That was about all I knew for certain needed to come with us (in addition to the stroller, car seats and babies). The pediatrician appointment was our first “well-visit,” so I knew we could expect the entire visit to last at hour at most, for both boys. For the hour the diaper bag was loaded down with two additional outfits, multiple diapers per muppet, gauze and saline wipes, tushy wipes, a changing pad, pluggies, blankets and bibs. I stashed antimicrobial water-less soap in the side pocket and two full bottles of milk in the other pocket. As we were running out the door, I threw my wallet and keys into the bag as a last-minute afterthought.

Back to the hospital. I was so pleased we’d all made it three full days without any hospital visits, I didn’t even mind our return trip. Jon got Search and Destroy safely secured into their seats and snapped into the car bases. Not content to leave my little guys alone for the entirety of the five-minute ride, I squeezed myself in between them into the middle seat of the Honda Pilot. (It’s surprisingly roomy…) Much like our rehearsal the day before, Search slept while Destroy looked a bit bored.

By far, the least exciting part of our adventure was the actual doctor’s appointment. Both boys are doing precisely what they are supposed to. Destroy, our little pudge, has reached seven pounds on his rapidly rising upward trajectory. Search, while a few ounces behind his brother, is an inch taller.

There must be a requirement in med school that pediatrician’s be low-key and laid back. Our new doctor was very informative and completely non-plussed by the 2 p.m. lunchtime meltdown. Shortly after the doctor entered the checkup room, Destroy felt the need to remind us that he was hungry. This reminded Search that, he too, was dying of hunger. Over the cacophony of shrill shrieking we learned that four months is the generally accepted timeline for venturing forth into crowds and visiting little ones can look, but not touch, our tiny muppets.

As the visit wrapped up, Destroy gave a defeated sigh and feel asleep. We triumphantly returned home from our first family outing with Destroy snoozing in his car seat and Search looking slightly bored.

Both boys enjoyed a hearty meal upon our homecoming.

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June

When it became clear that the muppets were not going to make their August due date, I decided a July birthday would be great. Upon my final admittance to the hospital, I had modified my expectations and was just desperate to get through May.

“June babies!” I insisted. They have to wait for June, I prayed. They are June babies.

The night of May 28, I called the NICU to see how the muppets were doing. (Since I was still recovering from the c-section I couldn’t go visit them just yet.) “This is June, I’ll be Search’s primary nurse so I’m sure we’ll get to know each other well. The boys are doing great.”

June. One of their nurses. I had prayed hard for June babies; apparently I was not specific enough.

Thanks to our team of amazing nurses – June, Anne, Margaret and Susan among them – our boys are now home. The muppets will grow up; they’re already getting bigger. But to most of our nurses, Search and Destroy will forever be tiny babies.

Once the boys grew big enough to move out of the closed isolettes, they started wearing clothes. I have always said that I will never dress my twins alike. They are not identical. They are very much two individual people. This saddened Nurse June. She was determined to see them dressed alike. For weeks she and Nurse Susan have been threatening to get little identical outfits for them and surprise me when I arrive to visit.

Well, the boys are home now – her efforts thwarted. But since fate dealt us such an ironic blow as to have June be the nurse for my May babies, the photo below is the one and only time you will see such a sight.

June, Anne, Susan, Margaret, Jennifer and the rest of the NICU team: Thank you for helping us bring our boys home.

One time only.

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The Circus Comes to Town

Ladies and Gentlemen! Boys and Girls! Step right up. Come and see the amazing million dollar miracle muppets!

Cuter ex-preemies you will not see.

Together Again

Only 73 days it took both boys to triumph. They have shunned ventilators; defeated breathing and feeding tubes. Tripling their weight in two and a half months, these chunky monkeys are not to be missed!

This almost surreal experience of having both twins together again has been months in the making. In January, they shocked their parents by being multiples. In March, they announced a future filled with blue. In April, they began plotting the great escape. In May, they arrived at 27 weeks and 4 days.

Now, this August 9, both boys are home!

After 10.5 weeks in the hospital following Mom’s six weeks on and off in the hospital the two have undoubtedly created one impressive hospital bill. Well worth every penny. Fattened from two pounds to almost seven. Stretched from only a foot long to 19 inches. These two and a half month old babies correct their gestational age to 38 weeks today. Mere newborns!

Stubborn and fighters. The million dollar miracle muppets are home. They’re both home. Finally. The experience of finally being all together as a family is surreal.

We're all home.

Step right up. Come and see the amazing million dollar miracle muppets – living with a finally full-time mommy and daddy.

(Please remember not to touch the muppets. Previously compromised systems are still developing into healthy big boys.)

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