Sleeping Beauties

The boys seem to be going through a rather large growth spurt lately. They eat and sleep all day long, which isn't very different from what they usually do, but they eat about 5-6 oz with each feeding and they sleep around 4-6 hours in between feedings. Sadly Kekoa's reflux still causes him some pain and that is why they are usually sleeping in their bouncy chairs.

There is something extremely peaceful about watching them sleep. Here is what I get to look at and admire each and every day.

This is Kekoa taking a rest on the farm after a long day of work. He sleeps in the craziest positions and always has to have his hands outside of the blanket. Since the weather has changed and the house seems to be a little cooler I usually try to cover his hands when he falls asleep. However, this little guys has figured out how to uncover them (even if he is swaddled) or he puts them by his face, probably knowing that I won't cover his face just to keep his hands warm. Sneaky little bugger.

Makaio on the other hand was busy playing with his friends in the arctic when sleep overcame him. He is my little ice box. It doesn't matter how many blankets I put on this kid or whether or not I put socks on his hands he is still cold. Wait, I forgot to mention that the reason he is always cold is because he hates to be covered up and so he will wiggle or grunt non-stop until he is comfortable, according to his liking. I generally have to put the covers on him after he is long asleep or else there is just no point to it. He also likes to turn his head to the left and rest it upon his shoulder which looks extremely uncomfortable but if I try to readjust his head he opens his eyes, gives a grunt and puts it back in the same place.

I guess the lesson I am learning is that even though they are little they know what they want and they know how to get it. It probably doesn't help that I am a pushover and will give them whatever they want. I really need to get this under control before they are spoiled rotten and the type of kids that I swore I would never raise! Resisting the wants and needs, but specifically the wants, of your children is a little harder than I had ever suspected. If any of you ever meet my children and they are rotten, please don't blame them, blame me!