Happy May Day...

Aunt Kay sends us inspirational emails: "Face each day & problem as it comes.  To quote Matthew in The New Testament: 'Do not worry about tomorrow: tomorrow will take care of itself.'  Almost every person I've asked to pray for the "peanuts" has a personal story of preemies like yours who are now growing, thriving children.  God Bless and keep you all.   Love, Kay"

When I was growing up, May Day was celebrated in the grade schools with little May Day baskets, kind of like Easter baskets sans the eggs. It marked the beginning of Summer, and in Wisconsin, often the daffodils would be trying to grow through the left over snow piles. It was not completely uncommon to see plants and greens growing from under a snow pile. At least that's the way I remember it and the way we celebrated it in grade school. It seems an appropriate day for this type of symbolism.

Harper opened her eyes this week, so we now have 4 open eyes from the twins. Both babies are eating more and are fed every 3 hours. Both sweet peas are 1 lb 10 oz. We have been told "trying to get to 2 lbs is the hardest, then it gets easier."

Tonight I took pictures of Pete having a conversation with Robbie. He has a small voice and does some slight cooing. Pete talks to him about their future plans and then he puts his ear up to the incubator and listens for a response. Of course, he always gets tears in his eyes, we are criers in this family.

First twins experience: Robbie had his art line taken out since he was doing fine after heart surgery. 5 minutes later, Harper pulled her line out. Nurse Glenda told me it was like she was saying, "If he doesn't have to have one, neither do I." The nurses say they communicate through their blood pressure/oxygen monitors. When one starts beeping, the other beeps back. Coincidence? You be the judge.