The boyz will expound further on their food mystery later. For the moment, they wish to expose themselves to blogland.
Although the boyz try to run at each other and play standing, their balance has not yet developed (not to mention their big fat tummies pulling them down). However, they are content to lie on the pool pads and chew on each other’s faces while they wait for the mysterious woman to bring them more food. The amount of food they consume at each meal is increasing a little bit daily — and they are gaining a couple of ounces a day now. That’s a far cry from the first week!
When I come into the nursery and talk with them, they stagger toward my voice. Holmes is already trying to climb the sides of the pool. Yesterday he almost leaped out of the warming box while I was changing their linens. He seems to be exhibiting his Daddy’s athleticism. I love bad puppies and he has all the ingredients.
Phoebe is fine. I think she’s grateful for the assist with food so she might return sooner to her former svelte figure.