Yes, we are all still alive. Seems incredible, come to think of it.
The babies are doing well. Aden had his first pediatrician appointment yesterday, and the doc had nothing but good things to say about our muscle-man. He weighs in at 4 pounds, 4 ounces of concentrated fury. His little sister is a nicely-zaftig 5 pounds, 9 ounces.
Sleep has been a smoke-'em-if-you've-got-'em kind of thing. I'm lucky in that I learned long ago how to sleep any time and any place if I'm absolutely exhausted. (Sounds like a no-brainer, but a lot of people can't seem to sleep except within certain circadian restraints.) Because eight (or even six) uninterrupted hours of sleep is currently out of the question, Liz and I are pretty much zombified. Hence the lack of posting here.
But rest assured all is well in House House Arrest.
Anyway, here are two pictures snapped at different times over the last week. I thought some of you might find them amusing:
Liz and Hunter
Liz and Aden
