Bustin' the glass ceiling

Well, there has been a lot of growth these last couple weeks. Vivian has survived what many believe the most difficult transition in a baby's life: the first 2 weeks of life. And in those two weeks, she has excelled at her challenges. She eats like a football player, sleeps like a famous fairy tale princess in a drug induced state, and has been growing like Jack's beanstalk on Miracle Grow. Really. She has gained over a half pound and grown a half inch in the last two weeks, bringing it home at nearly nine pounds and 21.5 inches. That's the 95th percentile across the board! Watch out Aden, this girl could very well give your hoop game a run for your money!

Zach has done some growing of his own. The first week, Zach's approach toward the new room mate situation was to ignore her. He seemed to think that if he didn't look at her, or the person holding her, she might eventually disappear. She didn't. Week 2, Zach tried a new tact: cry and wail throughout the day and perhaps he could draw our attention back to him entirely. That didn't work either. On Friday night, at 11 pm he woke up from a nightmare in which it was revealed to him that Vivian will never leave and his parents are commited to loving TWO children. He woke up and sobbed for over an hour, completely inconsolable by anyone. Then, everyone cried. But come Saturday morn, it was clear we rounded a corner. He has been his jolly self ever since -- mostly.

Needless to say, we are very proud of how both kiddos are dealing with the last 2 weeks. Photos to follow, once I can get off my pokey laptop and back on Jesse's audobon of a desktop.