Two Months. Eight Weeks. Fifty-Six Days.

I started this yesterday…

I’m sat on the girls play mat that now takes up almost a third of our living room floor space. I’ve just fed Zoey who then spat up on me, and Naomi has just started crying after a cat nap. Naomi has what we call a ‘Naomi-warning system’ where she slowly comes to the surface by alternating between crying and sleeping until she cries very loudly and is very much awake. This should give me/us time to have a bottle ready but normally I’m still dealing with Zoey.

Play mat time

Tomorrow the girls will be two months old. I won’t lie it has been long two months of sleep interrupted nights, and figuring things out on the fly (those toys that say 0-6 months are lying it’s really 2-3 months) . The days on my own are tiring. It’s labor intensive flitting between girls but the smiles (and their edible feet) make it all worth while. That, and the fact that when Alex gets home he throws himself into caring for his daughters so I get some respite* (unless they both need fed at the same time).

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