In the time since my last post on September 9, Mason and Ike have had a healthy pediatrician visit, each weighing in at over 13 pounds (Ike at 13 lbs. even and Mason at a stealthy 13 lbs. 6 oz.), and the UNC football team mauled Rutgers on the road before choking away a 17-3 third quarter lead to VA Tech and losing 20-17 last Saturday. Sorry for the digression, but college football season is in full effect and I'm trying to balance raising two newborns while dealing with the heartache that is Tar Heel football.
Recently, Mason and Ike are sucking down formula like crazy and growing like we've infused their bottles with Miracle Grow. Thankfully, their feedings are starting to strecth out to 4-5 hours, but unfortunately, the bewitching hours seem to be between 3 - 6 a.m. They just don't want to settle down after their late-night feeding. Unlike their dad, these little boogers seem to be early risers, counting down the time until they can sit in their boppers in front of the TV and watch their cartoons.
Hopefully they will eventually exhibit the characteristics that have defined me for years and welcome the chance to sleep in.




















