Hannah and Leah are starting to look a lot older, and are getting bigger as I had to retire some more pants this week after sending Hannah to daycare in what appeared to be cropped pants. Their hair looks brownish but every time I see them in a picture it appears more golden. We really won't know until closer to a year if they are anything like their brother, he had fuzz until after 9mos. Their eyes look exactly like his for now too...but again...waiting for the one year mark on that one. They have both become ticklish under their chins and giggle and smile more often. But every time I run to grab the camera the smiles have faded. I should just wear it around my neck. I started 5oz bottles over the weekend, hoping it will help them sleep at night. They were doing great and then last week they would each wake up once or twice, get plugged with their pacifier, and go back to sleep. After having the bigger bottles yesterday Hannah actually went back to sleeping from 6:45pm to 5:45am and Leah woke up once around 1am and then back to sleep until Hannah arose. Jay has been in Puerto Rico since Thursday so I'm sure when he returns they will sleep through the night again else he will resume his esteemed position of nighttime caretaker. This was his first trip since the girls arrived (at least I think it is....the end of last year is a bit of a blur), and so I was forced to do a few daycare dropoff and pickups by myself. Jay and I agree, it's actually not hard, just takes time with all the trips back and forth to the car and in and out of rooms. It helps that Joseph has been agreeable to leaving each day, as opposed to the refusals we were faced with quite often last year. (I probably just jinxed myself for tomorrow). And I have been reminded of the medela steam bags for washing all of my 2000 bottle parts so that process has gotten a lot easier each night. Now I'm down to under 10 minutes. We've also made bottle making easier by getting the pampered chef pitcher that has the mixer gadget in the middle. A day's worth of formula made in minutes! However the universe is playing some cruel joke on me because just when we've got things figured out, this morning when I went to heat up the girls first bottle the start button on the microwave didn't work. (and no, there is no workaround for this, it is used for every single complicated function that the microwave has to offer). The old reboot, or in this case, unplug-replug, seems to have worked but I have a feeling it's days are numbered. And as I cannot fathom not having a microwave, we shall be picking one out this week just in case. I could probably keep babbling on but I was actually writing this to pass the time while waiting for Joseph to eventually tire and take a nap, but alas, his requests for "mommy" have not stopped. And you never know what you might find with a partly potty trained almost 3 year old in a closed off room so I had better run...