Check-up

The boys just turned 8 months last week. They are crawling, laughing at each other and crying all the time because apparently teething is pretty painful. I feel bad for them to be honest. Their naps aren't as long as they used to be. They cry at random kind of like they just watched a terrible scene in a movie.
Just the other day I was saying that I miss the days when we could just set them down and they wouldn't go anywhere because they didn't know how to. Or the days that we didn't have to rock them to sleep for 30 minutes because we could just set them down in their cribs and they would just lay there until they fell asleep. I said something to the affect of, "man those were the good ole days". But then Sam gently reminded me of how difficult those days were. How we had to constantly hold a baby. They needed to be carried everywhere. They needed to be held to be fed. As much as I miss those days, I'm definitely over them. I'm excited to watch the boys grow everyday. And it seems like everyday they are up to something new.
Now that we've got this parenting thing down (Not even close) we have decided to take a new direction in our lives. An open marriage. OK, just kidding, but we are both going to be doing grad-school at the same time. We're pretty foolish we know, but we like a challenge! So, keep us in your prayers as we journey through this next phase of life. Thanks for checking in.
Cheers,
Matt

The best part of waking up, is...

There is no better feeling than waking up at 6:00 AM and knowing that you didn't have to get out of bed one time because of a crying/hungry/cranky baby. We have finally and officially reached a stage of "sleeping through the night". It's pretty incredible. We have gone a week or so where they would take turns  sleeping through the night, but as of this week (so far) they are sleeping for 8-9 hours each night without interruption. BRILLIANT!

I've noticed that as they have grown their clothes are changing. Their outfits always say something funny and clever on them, usually telling all the world how "cute" their daddy is or how "mommy rocks!". But I've become a little disturbed by one thing that is related to baby fashion. Pockets. Why do baby clothes have pockets? My boys were wearing cargo pants with huge pockets on the side of them. What is the point of that?! I think to get the total use out of these pockets I am going to start putting my personal items in there such as chapstick or loose change or a hammer. 

Babies are always getting in the way of stuff. They always want to be held. I can't play my guitar and hold them at the same time. I mean I guess I could but that would be really uncomfortable for me. Well, probably for them too. But why won't they just lay on the floor and let the dog lick them for a few hours, or listen to my stereo or bake a cake. They just don't do those things and because of it, my time is their time. But I guess I shouldn't complain because the time that I do get with them is the best part of my day.