Warp Speed x 2

After Chasten was born, it seemed time was passing faster than normal and I felt like I'd have to buy a DeLorean equipped with a flux capacitor to help keep my baby small. Then came Eloise and it's like our days are over in minutes. When did my baby boy become so big? He's 20 months old now. For some reason, getting out of teen months made me realize how close he is to two. TWO...as in YEARS old. That breaks his Mama's heart. Don't get me wrong, I'm so thankful for his health and development but at the same time, I think I need to find a way to stop blinking. Continuing with my time marching too quickly motif, Eloise is two months old today. It doesn't seem possible for her to be that old yet.

Eloise had her cardio consult a few weeks ago and her heart is normal sized and functioning normally. She still has the pin sized hole in her heart that didn't close during birth like most babies' do, but the Dr. assures us it's nothing to worry about. He'll see her back at around 8 months old to check it again and if it hasn't closed by then, again at two years old. We finally got her neuro consult scheduled and we can't get in until August. She's doing everything she should be for a 2 month old though and her pediatrician believes the neuro consult will simply serve as a reassurance that the hemmorhagng in her brain has corrected itself as well. She's a happy little booger.

Chasten is so rotten. He's got a vocabulary of 50+ words now and is getting really good at communicating what he wants. I love that right now he like to imitate us. He "feeds" his stuffed animals, cooks, cleans, uses my curling iron as a microphone to sing, dances, etc. He makes us laugh at least 10 times a day. Our babies definitely make our lives worth living.

We have gotten a pretty good routine down. Some days I feel like a hermit and/or a hobo (with my lack of sunlight/showers) AND it seems my house hasn't been clean in a coon's age (which I'm hoping  means a long time, otherwise this sentence is false). However, Chasten sleeps in his own bed (and takes naps by himself) and Eloise goes to bed at the same time as everyone else. SO that, to me, is a win. Sleep>clean house. I'm so tired and really should have gone to bed at my seemingly new bedtime of 8:30 with everybody else, but I wanted a few minutes to myself. I think it's important for me to remember that in order to keep my sanity, I need to take a few minutes outside of being keeper of the Cheetos and a milk machine to sit here and just be stinky, greasy-headed old me. :-p