Even though my little peanuts are only 11 weeks old tomorrow, I’m starting to see their personalities emerge and I want to document them before things change and I forget.
Dominic is our brute. He wants what he wants when he wants it. When we wake him up to eat, he’s a ball of tense muscle, shouting for his food now now now. Once he’s done eating, he gives us a short window of a smiley, relaxed baby. He’s great on tummy time. His neck is strong and he just recently stopped wailing for the whole duration and instead makes adorable cooing sounds. After tummy time, we flip him onto his back and he enjoys kicking around for a little while, but just a little while. As soon as he starts to give a grumpy cry, I know I need to swaddle him and get him up to his room for a nap. He’s very easy to read. And as I’m walking up the stairs to the nursery, he’s already blinking his eyes slowly and ready to sleep. Although, he’s also always been the gassier one and when we spy on him on the nursery camera, he’s often doing leg lifts in his bed trying to work it out. Another special thing about Dominic is that he has the widest, brightest eyes (as you can see in the picture). He loves to push off of Daddy’s chest and stare at him as he talks. He likes to follow Mommy as she moves around the room and he’s just starting to stare at his brother as he lays beside him. He’s our little chunk, just recently passing the 10 lb mark and he’s serious about his eating schedule. Don’t mess with it.
This is a classic picture of our little guy, Leo. I think of him as a baby professor, slightly quirky but brilliant. The looks he gives us crack us up daily. Half of the time he’s serious and looks at us like we’re crazy people. The other half of the time he’s very smiley and content. Sometimes he smiles when we think he’s mad. Sometimes he smiles when he should be sleeping. In fact, it’s hard for me to tell when he’s tired at all because it seems like he could just kick and play in his play gym forever. I know he needs sleep, but I’m not sure if he knows it. And speaking of those kicks, they also crack us up. He either looks like he’s trying to gallop or he just kicks one leg really fast. Right now, he’s on a tummy time strike. Rather than move his head, he sucks on his hand and tries to find his thumb (which he’s found a few times). And if he does lift his head, he cries like someone’s torturing him. We’re hoping he gets back to work on his neck muscles soon. He’s generally pretty laid back, but when he’s upset he does a fast breathing cry that sounds like a he-he-he-he before he actually starts to cry. He loves to be on his back. That play gym is his favorite place. He’s also our cuddly guy. He likes being held and snuggling up against Mommy. He’s a dainty eater and he’s weighing in at just over 8 1/2 lbs these days. I give him extra time to eat, just in case it helps, but he’s growing fine. He has the sweetest little face with long dark eyelashes and looks like a perfect doll when he’s sleeping.
I can’t wait to see how they grow and change!