"Consuela Hernandez" and "Frank the Tank"

So the babies were two weeks old yesterday and Wyatt has already outgrown two of his preemie outfits! I can't believe how fast they are growing. I see these kids all day and still sometimes I'll wake one of them up from a nap and notice some little change like an extra layer of fat in their cheeks or something... I feel so torn hoping that they will get big enough to start sleeping through the night and also wishing that they would always stay this small. I know that I said no more kids but I can't bear the thought that this will be my only time to enjoy the newborn stage. I already want another one... is that bad?

Consuela and Frank had their first photo shoot together yesterday! (Grandma named Caroline "Consuela Hernandez" because she is so dark complected and swears she is part Mexican! Wyatt has been dubbed "Frank the Tank" because he's is so thick and stout... We are going to need to make a point to call him Wyatt because we only ever call him Frank!) Also, my mom was nice enough to watch both babies last night so Brent and I could go out to dinner for Valentine's Day. We hadn't even left the neighborhood before both of us were just aching to get back to them. It's weird knowing that only 2 weeks ago, Brent and I were content with spending time together as just the two of us... but last night, we felt like we weren't complete without these booger balls in tow. So weird how life changes that quickly!