The weekend in review

The boys have been a whole lot of fun this weekend.
We had the boys measured for their 3 month birthdays. Allan has grown an inch and a half in length and is now 17 inches long. He hasn't quite caught up height-wise with his brother who grew to 18 inches. (Frankly, I'm not sure how accurate the measurements are because they are both so squirmy, but I think we just have to go with it.) I got to feed Allan his bottle at six tonight. For whatever reason he really likes to keep his tongue up on the roof of his mouth which makes it impossible to actually suck on a bottle and swallow. What this means is that you have to hold his head with one hand, pull down his chin with the other and pop the bottle in when and if he drops his tongue. And, yes, for those of you who are keeping track, that is one more hand than is standard issue. I would have to be like one of those Indian gods to manage. What I am going to do when there are 2 screaming at the same time is beyond me. Any way, I finally managed to coax him in to it and he did a great job polishing off his bottle.
Allan had had a big day. While Dad was feeding him his nurse (who shall remain nameless but whose name starts with "j" and rhymes with Bennifer) bumped over the water hooked up to his cannula which sent water up through it in to his nose. Ummmmm, let's see, first snorkeling lesson -- where is that page in the baby book? Dad came over to where I was to get the camera because "Allan is wide awake. He has his eyes open." Why, yes, yes, I'll just bet he does. Oh, well, no harm, no foul. Plus I think she spent all afternoon holding him and telling him how pretty and smart he is.
Griffith has been just a perfect little angel. We have been spoiling him like crazy. He absolutely loves it. He doesn't want to be bothered, but he does want to be held and if you will rub his head, so much the better. Most of the time he is pretty content to just lie there, but he will have extended alert spells where he talks to you. He sounds like a bear cub growling or, perhaps, like Donald Duck sputtering. And he is the nosiest child ever. Whatever way you are sitting, he wants to have his head facing the hallway.
Tomorrow may be another big day. With any luck Aunt Evelyn will get in to see the boys again and even get to hold them.
We should find out tomorrow afternoon when Griffith is scheduled for surgery and we will let you know as soon as we know. Keep us in your thoughts and prayers!