Sorry we've been a little slow on the blog posts. Things here have been insane.
So...whassup!?
The girls are doing well. Kelli is healing and back to her fighting weight...she's only 6 pounds over her "going in" weight. Of course, the six pounds is all boobs....good grief, the milkman has come to the Dirt Farm. Yessirree.
The girls are doing really well. They're still in the NICU, but for one reason only...they keep having litle spells of apnea, where they temporarily stop breathing. They've passed every other test they've thrown at them, well, with the exception of the handwriting test. They both have terrible handwriting, but, what can you say? Kids these days...they'd rather text than write. Stupid kids.
They're both eating from the bottle or breast 8 times per day each. Right now they've both gained almost 2 pounds each. That's the Karr genes! As for being pretty, well, that's all me too...(haha). Damn I'm pretty. But you know this.
Speaking of pretty, we have as a case in point, Ms. Isabelle Grace Karr. Isn't she such a chubby little bugger?
We have Isabelle in the foreground and little ol' Madeline Hope still snoozing in the back. Isabelle is getting ready for a bath, which basically consists of her laying down and squinting while I take pictures of her. It's a process.
She did pretty well in the bath, but shaving her legs was a nightmare. Glad that's over.
...and below we have little Madeline...
She's just peacefully plotting her next poo...wondering if she's going to cover Dad or Mom with her toxic buttspray...isn't she cute?!
Well Mom got to bathe our little poop rocketeer...and man she needed it (and yes, we even had some "bubbles" in the bath that had us all scared for things to come...luckily nothing happened...no shots were fired thank goodness).
Isn't Kelli looking pretty! My goodness I'm blessed with such pretty girls.
And here we have the two little peapods, being inspected by Grandma Byers. Check out their sweet hats! Some of the nurses made them for the girls...I assume because many of the other babies in the NICU were getting their feelings hurt by our girls' beautiful fuzzy heads. Fuzzy little devils!
And of course, not to be excluded, Charlie wanted me to include a picture of him and his very sharp new sweater. Isn't he a dandy?! Here he's about to head to his club for a round of croquet and then gin and tonics with the girls. That guy knows how to live! Stud!
Better close for now....thanks for stopping by.

