7 weeks

Today marks the 7 weeks on this planet for little Zoe and little Roman. How did they celebrate? A pint of lager and a piece of cake? No, just more of the same. How about I poopa da pants for you, mama? Sorry, conversation in the B household revolves around farts, burps and da poopy pants.

Today's Mom's last day alone at home with the two little ones. Auntie Shannon is coming for a visit tomorrow and will be here until Sunday. On Monday Mom goes back to work (ugh). It's going to be a crazy month. Both are still eating every 3 hours, round the clock. Zoe's eating about 4 ounces and Roman 3, 3 1/2. Except Roman has a bit of an issue with spitting up. He's still on the Neosure, so it's higher calorie stuff. They're taking in about equal amounts in calories I think.

Roman, above

Zoe, below

Both are actually napping now (amazing!), maybe it was picture time that wore them out.

Or playing in their 'gym' right after the photos above (thanks great aunt & uncle Jannie and Gordon!)