The Match is On...

Sorry, hadn't had a chance to get to this (or much else for that matter) since they were born...Obviously our hands (and hearts) have been rather full.  From what I hear though, there isn't a shortage of  information on them elsewhere in cyberspace thanks to some text/email happy grandparents.

I'm short on the time, energy, and brain power to try and poetically string these together, but here are some highlights from the first 48 hours...

• Logan had his first "water spout" as we're calling it and would have claimed his first victim had my mom not ducked out of the way just in time.
• Speaking of projectile surprises, Cate then one-upped her brother by blowing out a green grenade on one of the nurses while she was trying to change her in our room.  Not only that, but this was after she  already pooped on her once in the changing process.  The second blast literally splattered against the plexi-glass crib wall 8-10 inches away, full of sound and fury!  Looked as if artist Sydney Pollack was now incorporating purée'd collard greens into his wall art collection.
• Contrary to gender stereotypes and taking after his morther I guess, HE is actually the more high-maintenance of the two.  Logan will always let you know rather emphatically when his diaper is the least bit dirty, whereas Cate will contently sit in it for hours if left unchecked (which if she doesn't mind, then I don't mind and it's one less diaper I have to change).  Case and point, last night I got blamed for trying to avoid changing her diaper when it was discovered after I gave her up how dirty she was, but I really had no idea...seriously, she didnt make a sound and I didn't pick up a scent.  Going into this I had always teased Catherine that I would either plead ignorance on a diaper being dirty and/or hold off on reporting anything until the diaper was more 'dirty' than just wet (also meant to reduce the amount of diapers we blow through), but really this was neither of those diabolical plots.  Thankfully, later on I did get let off the hook when the same thing happened to Catherine after giving her up.
• They both are feeding ok, sometimes better than others...we did have to make the call to mix in some formula during a 3am reckoning the other night, just as much for our sake as theirs.
• Logan has his "nip/tuck" procedure in this morning...Having mixed emotions about this one, while I'm definitely in agreement to have this done, I'm having flashback to the feeling I had Baxter's jewels got chopped off.
• There is a chance of us being dischaged today (they're kinda leaving it up to us), but there is a lot to get done (and a lot to pack up) before that happens, so I say why rush it.  Plus, with me bouncing back and forth to the hospital for the last three weeks, let's just say I need a little more time to get the house back in order for Catherine's triumphant return.  Furthermore, with the round the clock nursing attention (for mom and twins), in-room meal service, and endless stream of baby supplies (diapers, formula, clean laundry, etc), we'd be wise to take full advantage of this and to stay until they kick us out.

Here are a few of our favorite photos from the first couple days...look forward to having them back in our nest, so we included a picture of the nursery that awaits, or "centre court" as I'm calling it given the title of our blog.

Thanks for all the well wishes, sorry we haven't been able to get back to many of you but your messages have been received and greatly appreciated.