January 6, 2009 at 10:48 pm 4 comments

Wouldn’t it be funny if I tried to post something and it just came out in gibberish, except that I thought it made sense and was even witty? We’re not far off, friends. We are managing decently w/ this whole 3 vs. 3 configuration. Meema – my mom – is here and making life a LOT easier for us. She’s a trooper with me during the 11:30 feeding, and w/ Alex during the 5:30, and is pretty tireless the rest of the time holding and changing babies, organizing meals, and this morning accompanying us to pediatrician – a trip you’ve already seen (at least a smidgeon). Our days are structured around feedings, which take place at 2:30, 5:30, 8:30, 11:30, 2:30, 5:30, 8:30 and 11:30. The boys are sleeping for a good two hours between just about every feeding (though today’s adventures messed w/ that a bit), and in those hours we tend to the simple acts of living – eating, sleeping, drinking, trolling the internet, writing opera (I’ve managed a solid half hour of work for each of the last two days…and the new half hour is equivalent to the old two hour stretch – necessity is the mother of invention). 

Alex, blessedly, is sleeping now, as she gets to skip the 11:30. Often she gets up then to pump anyway, though, so of all of us she’s probably on the thinnest embers. She is happy though – in love w/ the sensuous Italian food mom brought up from Connecticut, slurping down the occasional black and white shake that her husband organizes when he’s being a decent fellow, and then giving it all back, synthesized and improved, to our little band of musicians, wizards and football stars. 

The boys are becoming increasingly aware, and increasingly cuddly. Because he’s so tiny, I like to wander the halls of our apartment with little Satch over my shoulder like a monkey. He remains the most delicate of the squad, with soulful, penetrating eyes that seem ever so slightly tinged with sadness. He has a gentle ethereality to him, as if he had materialized from some pure faraway place and the harshness of our world and ways weighed heavily upon him. Pabs, meanwhile, is enormity, a mack truck, but the sweetest big-eyed lug you could hope to meet. He lives this life w/ abandon, tearing into his bottles as if they contained the balm for all the world’s miseries – and as we know, they do. He is at times reckless, at times foolish, and at times (and now I mean most times) ill mannered, but he is a thoughtful and powerful boy, big hearted and alert, grateful for the feast of love in which he imbibes every third hour. Pablito is starting to see, we’re convinced of it. He stares at Levi, often his crib-mate, for long stretches, cycling through expressions of wonder, recognition, curiosity, and, alarmingly, hunger. Levi, meanwhile, is determined, steady, and fastidious. His intolerance for fools is outweighed only by his disdain for a soiled diaper, and he is vocal about his discontents. I  call him sometimes fussy, but Alex wisely points out he is also a cuddle machine and easily soothed. He responds to touch and to care, and will not cling blindly to his ruffled temper in the face of a loving caress, a kiss on his fuzzy head, or an earnest binky. 

So we are having a time of it – and I have squandered the better part of a sleep hour to share that fact with you. It is as it should be though, since it is your “hits” and your comments and your vastness that give us courage. Why, you even deserve a video. Here are the boys in the moments before we packed them up for their first ever visit to the doctor. I call this little piece “Quality Time With Krazy Ayz Killah.” 


Entry filed under: update, video.

Gonna clap my hands and jump for joy… got a match?

4 Comments Add your own

  • 1. pyjammy  |  January 7, 2009 at 7:49 am

    okay, posting videos like that is not cool. you actually make me nostalgic for the days of tiny, grunting, wide-eyed, swaddled little beasts. i didn’t think that was possible. (oh, who am i kidding? you will forget how grueling the every three hour feeding schedule was, at some point. however, i think the numbers 2-5-8-11 are etched in my brain forever.)

    very awesome that you have equal adults for babies right now. that was rare for us.

  • 2. Stefan  |  January 7, 2009 at 10:24 am


  • 3. Squidocto  |  January 8, 2009 at 12:12 am

    Wow. I feel like I know them already.

    Jeez I better get up there soon — they’ll be in college any day!

    I gotta teach ’em how to play the bagpipe!

  • 4. Lauri  |  January 8, 2009 at 9:51 pm

    Impressive swaddling skills, and it cracks me up that the stuffed animals in the crib are bigger than the KIDS in the crib. Super, super cute — it pains me not to be able to pick up those little squeaky bundles.


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