Babies, babies

I have Fridays off at the moment and have been using them to spend time with the babies and read my email. Which is out of control (the email, not the babies). I feel like I just figured out how to organize my graduate school info and it is very unclear how to organize medical school information in any good way. Hrmph.

Today, I took the babies to Trader Joe's and then the zoo. Turing and Huxley ate an entire pint of blueberries in one sitting when we got there. Turing then ate a banana and 5 packets of dried fruit strips when we got home. And one bite of egg. And some ice cream. That's going to be quite the poop tomorrow.

The babies have had some trouble adjusting to all the changes - the new nanny is great and I'm around more than I'll be in another 4 weeks, but it is hard. Trouble has been home for the last three weeks and that seems to help. For the first two weeks, Huxley wanted to nurse the minute I walked in the door, but that seems to have calmed down. Turing is still throwing tantrums in the evenings after he goes to preschool. He apparently does really well at school, but he obviously hasn't adjusted entirely to the idea.

And we've officially decided it is time to potty train. Turing is not the kind of guy who is going to do it on his own - he is so cautious he stopped sliding down slides for a few months despite having gone down slides for about a year. So we're applying gentle pressure. I hope.

And the babies seem to get along pretty well. The main problem is that the most interesting toy is always the one the other one has. And Turing will get frustrated and try to get Huxley away by smashing his fingers or using his body to squeeze between Huxley and the thing he's using to stand up. But this is shockingly rare, all things considered. It's mostly a sign that I need to stop holding Huxley's hands so he can practice walking and tickle Turing for a little bit.

And my baby stamina is much higher than it used to be. It is probably a combination of older kids, calmer hormones, good weather, and practice. Wouldn't it be nice if the hardest part really is over?