Flack Family of Five: Today is the day!

September 19th has arrived - today is the boy's actual due date. I knew they would never wait this long before making their appearance, but it has still been a significant date for us. I can't imagine the past six weeks without them here and while the beginning of their little lives was a little stressful with our time in the NICU, I wouldn't change anything about it. We are so blessed by these sweet little angels and so thankful for every (sleepless!) moment with them.

The boys are doing well. As you can tell from their pictures, they are growing every day. We have an appointment tomorrow with the lactation specialists to see how well they are doing with taking in enough when they nurse. This will help us know how much we need to keep supplementing afterward. Both boys can do quite well - however, the bottle is so much easier and these boys can be a little lazy at times. But it's breast milk either way, so it isn't worth stressing too much over.

We have had a few sleepless nights around here lately. Both of these boys tend to like to snuggle and sleep. . . which is fine during the day, but at night time it is difficult to get them to settle and go to sleep on their own. They also have had stuffy noses and so I think that maybe they keep waking themselves up because they are having a little trouble breathing with all this junk in their nose. I'm not sure if it's a cold or what - they have always seem to have stuffy noses, even in the NICU and so the snorting sounds they make just seem to be normal. Hopefully tonight will be a little easier.

In other news, does anyone want a dog? Baxter is quickly working his way out of the Flack family. He is a sweet dog and so good with kids, but lately, due to a lack of attention to him, he seems to be acting out and I have had enough. He is always in the trash and always seems to find something to do that he isn't supposed to be doing. This evening, when Michael came down the hall, he snuck around the gate and ran back into the bedroom. In a split second, he was up on the bed and looking around on Michael's night stand for any food that might have been left up there. In the process, he knocked over a Large Coke from Zaxby's, and everything of course, went UNDER the bed. So my evening has been spent moving the mattress and boxsprings, mopping, and then putting everything back together. The area rug we had under the bed is pretty much ruined. . . I don't think a cream colored rug is coming clean no matter how I scrub it. So I guess I will be looking for something new now. . . The sad part is that the dog doesn't even seem to care that we are mad at him. He used to pout and act sad whenever he got in trouble and now he just looks at you from the pen as if to say, "Whatever." I know we have neglected him lately (attention wise - please don't think we don't feed this dog!), but I cannot have someone else in this house to clean up after. So if you know anyone who wants a sweet pug who will be good as long as someone will pay attention to him, you are welcome to this one!

And finally, here are just a few shots from hanging around the house. . .

Makes you wonder what Alex said to Charlie. . .