Despite the Giants’ loss today, we are still big fans. Maybe it’s the brainwashing dad did while we were in the womb…

I’m 3 months old and all is good in the hood.

Mimi has been here taking great care of us (and of mom and dad) for a week. She is here until Thursday, and I’m already sad thinking about her pending departure.

Mom and dad took us today to see Great-Papa Joe (Dad’s grandpa) in Sacramento. At 87 years old, he’s the oldest guy we’ve met – and definitely one of the nicest.

Peace out,
Quinn

So, mom takes these pictures of us every month with the same stuffed animal to chart our growth. The stuffed animal’s purpose is to give perspective on our size… genius.

We went to the Dr. on Friday and everything is great. I’m 6 lbs. 14 oz and Quinn is 7 lbs 8 oz. – Not too shabby considering we have tripled in size in three months!

Well, I better go and eat so I can keep up this pace (and catch up with Quinn).

Coop

Things were just a little too boring around here, so I added a little drama.

Mom was giving me my medication while dad finished Quinn’s feeding tonight, and I started to choke. I’ve been known to do that every once in a while with my food, but this time was different. I stopped breathing and my lips turned blue. Mom was trying to stimulate me – and even flipped me over and hit my back (like she learned in CPR class). That didn’t do the trick, so she passed me to dad who said he heard a couple breaths, but they were labored… so they grabbed Quinn and we flew in the car to the hospital (Dad had to drive carefully though because there was no time for car seats – judgment call). I was breathing in the car, but I was still very pale and extremely lethargic. It only got better from there, but the hospital wanted me to be checked out thoroughly at the pediatric hospital, so they sent me via ambulance with oxygen and monitors. It was a neat truck and all, but seeing the look on mom’s face on the drive, I’ve decided to try to never have to do that again.

I didn’t have to be admitted since they think it was a choking episode and not apnea or bradycardia, but we’re checking in with the pediatrician in the morning.

Although Dad grounded me for a day, it wasn’t until the doctor threatened to put me back in the hospital that I realized I’d made a mistake with my little choking episode. I told mom and dad that I will suck up the boredom at home and not pull any shenanigans again (at least for a while).

So, I’m going to be bored – and like it.
Cooper

Mom and dad tell us we weren’t due until today. What can we day, we wanted to meet the world sooner than it wanted to meet us. We keep telling our parents that they got the bonus round – they got to see a lot of development that most parents don’t get to see. For example, we weren’t born with nipples. That’s right. No nipples. When we had blankets over us and our heads were to the side, mom and dad couldn’t tell if we were on our backs or our stomachs. We are happy to report that they started to grow in (slowly) about 6 weeks ago and are in full effect now. So, now you get our point. Most parents don’t get to see their kids nipple-less, so mom and dad should consider themselves lucky.

A few people have asked what should be expected of us developmentally… well, it all starts from today. So, while a lot of babies crawl around the 6 month mark, we should be expected to crawl around 9 months. The doctors say to just add about 3 months to every expected milestone. We say we should add 6 months so we can crush expectations, but mom says that’s called “sand bagging.”

So, Happy “other” Birthday to us! We’ll expect two birthday parties from here on out.

Peace out,

Cooper and Quinn

I thought it was going to be bad enough having one brother to knock me around, but now I gotta deal with this 130 lb guy? oh boy…

Note from Bernie: “I was just trying to check out my new family member. Geesh. Exxcuuuuse me for livin.”

Uncle Dustin and Soon-to-be Aunt Kim came to meet us this past weekend and we LOVED them (mom and dad also loved the extra 4 hands). Big fat bummer that it was so hard for them to get here (failed stand by flights), but thanks to Jackie and dad, they got free SouthWest flights and didn’t have to postpone the meeting.

COME BACK!

Today is a big day for my family and me. I was so overwhelmed and excited, I fell asleep (see picture – mom is holding me).

After a long 3 months in the NICU, I marched out of the hospital today (all 5 lbs 9 ounces of me) with two proud parents and Quinn.

No doubt, it’s been a rough go. But with a lot of love from friends and family and fierce determination, I’m doing great and am ready to start my “life on the outside.” (Dad told me that I better never have to use that term again… something about prison.)

As some of you have figured out, this was all part of my grand plan – and it’s worked out beautifully. Mom and dad have now mastered the diaper changing, bathing and feeding, so it was time. Quinn and I have talked about the fact that he has to share mom and dad at home and he’s cool with it. Bernie – well – that’s another story.

Thank you all for the props and love. Can’t wait to meet you.

Lovin’ life on the outside.

Free at last!
Coop

(Guest bloggers – Mom and Dad)

Just when we thought our lives couldn’t get any better, it did.

At the beginning of this adventure of having 3 month premature twins, we knew we had a long road ahead. In some ways, it feels like yesterday that we were blessed with these beautiful boys, and in other ways, it feels like it was 5 years ago that we were facing one of the most trying times of our lives.

Despite the (very) scary days ridden with many premature complications, we had faith that Quinn and Cooper were born with the will and vigor to not only survive, but to thrive. Today our family is complete, and we couldn’t be more proud of our little guys – and thankful. We are thankful for their health, for each other, for modern technology and the amazingly talented doctors and nurses at CPMC, and thankful for the loving people in our lives who sent positive vibes our way from the time we announced we were pregnant.

We look forward to continue learning from these little twinkies and doing our best to raise good, compassionate, strong men.

So, we are saying goodbye to Act One of their lives and are gearing up for the next exciting chapter – parenting twins (and one jealous dog) for the first 6 weeks. Let the fun begin!

Chris and Terra

mom made me do it.

quinn

I broke into the 5 pound club on 6/29, but mom’s been a little busy and hasn’t had a chance to post my announcement until now. She thinks she’s busy now, just wait until I get home! I’m now a heafty 5 lbs 7 ounces. And Quinn is huge too – he’s about 6 lbs 5 ounces!

Mom and dad are showing signs that they are ready for me to come home, so I’m going to work really hard not to have any more complications. Tuesday is the big day!

2 more days,
Coop