June has been a baby blur. After spending nearly two months in the NICU and more than doubling their weight, my sister’s twin girls were released, and Finn was finally able to meet his tiny cousins! Margot is strong, squirmy, wide-eyed, and often sounds like a little porpoise; Sarah holds her delicate fingers out and open while she sleeps, and squeaks like a mouse when she cries. Finn is learning to tell the difference between them.
We’re working on other things — that the babies like GENTLE touches, that they DON’T want bites of tofu or to play with an airplane, that Mommy CAN’T sit and play when she’s holding one of her nieces — but Finn is fascinated by them, nevertheless, and loves to be near them. “Cousins cute,” he said yesterday with authority. He seems to be okay with the fact that he’s not the only cutie around these parts anymore, and that he’s no longer the baby. Still, as I told him tonight before bed, he’ll always be my baby.