More Spring Fun

Enjoy some new videos of Hope and Grace this spring!

Hope and her Badger Rattle (and growing Gracie)

Perhaps our daughter Hope is taking after her mom and dad and aspiring to attend UW-Madison when she grows up. She is now grasping at objects and seems particularly enthralled with her Wisconsin Badger rattle. Enjoy the show!



Not to be outdone by her slightly larger sister, we wanted to show off a new cute pic of our Gracie Girl as well :)

Celebrities!

When you think of celebrities, some may think of Hollywood superstars like Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston (ok, perhaps they are a little dated, but bear with this less-than-TMZ and Extra! literate blog writing dad). Others, like myself for example, might think of my beloved Milwaukee Brewers players as local celebs... CC Sabathia, Ryan Braun, JJ Hardy, Prince Fielder... those dudes.

What I never really anticipated was that our daughters would become local celebs. As the girls continue to grow and develop, we are starting to take them out in public more and more. Last weekend we had the chance to take them to a fund raiser at my school, the Christmas and Holiday Show. As a family-related "extra," some kind parent volunteers organized a pancake breakfast, and since my Student Council students were helping out, Jeni and I thought this would be a perfect time to bring the girls in for the first time. Jeni, who has been out and about with the girls much more than I have, warned me, "We're never getting out of there in an hour." I could have listened to her, but what do I know, we've got a couple of sweet babies, but they aren't celebrities. I was wrong.

I ate about two bites of a pancake and had a sausage at the breakfast, as we were literally mobbed with happy parents and students who wanted to come and see our little lovelies. Jeni just smiled softly as Proud Dad answered questions about his girls. We then went into the Christmas and Holiday Show, and what we experienced at the pancake breakfast was multiplied by about ten. Jeni, who was on a mission to get special gifts for the grandparents, went about her shopping business and allowed me to dote over the girls. In so many ways this was so awesome! Everyone seemed to know the girls by name (in many ways thanks to this blog, which several people referenced), and just were so overjoyed to meet them. My mom and Jeni had gone to the Christmas and Holiday Show a day earlier, and even some of the vendors at the show left their booths to see the girls and ask about how they were doing.

Like any good celebrities, Grace and Hope ate up the attention. They cooed, gooed, made little noises, smiled and looked wide-eyed at all of their admirers. Like good celebs, they attracted paparazzi (well, in this case our paparazzi was our good friend who was lucky enough to borrow a camera from another friend and take this adorable photo).

Reflecting on this experience, I cannot begin to describe how truly blessed I feel, to have so many people delight in our girls. We believe in the power of positive thinking and prayer, and perhaps the girls' public performances are just their way of saying thank you for the support of their many admirers. Perhaps their mom's and dad's ear-to-ear grins tell the same story.

Good Morning Beautiful

Probably the highlight of my day these days is waking up and greeting my daughters. I always tell them how beautiful they are. Over the weekend I was able to shoot some video. Enjoy.

Double Digit Hopester

Our girls got weighed today, and Hope is officially 10 pounds! Gracie is 8 pounds 4 ounces. The home nurse described both girls' progress as advanced given their adjusted-gestational age, as the girls are becoming increasingly interested in their hands and thumbs, and enjoy putting their hands together. Yeah! Enjoy the picture of the girls in their "Baby Elephants" (aka their elephant sleepers- fitting bedtime attire seeing that the girls are getting 'big').


Our baby elephants, Hope (background) and Grace (foreground)

A Late Night Feeding Debacle And More!

At school I like to think of myself as a person who metaphorically wears a lot of different hats. First and foremost, I have my advisor hat- I enjoy being an advisor to my homeroom students, and, especially at the beginning of the year, helping guide my young advisees through middle school. Then I have my social studies teacher hat, my dean of students hat, my flag football coach hat, and my student council advisor hat. This year, however, there is one hat that I feel most proud to wear (and no, I'm not talking about my retro Brewers cap)! I feel like I am developing a whole new identity as Hope and Grace's father. Each day I am asked countless times by other teachers, staff members, kids and parents how the girls are doing, and it gives me such joy to smile and tell them the truth- the girls are doing great!

With our crazy schedules and school in full swing, it has become harder to break away and take time to write and post photos, so I am hoping to take somewhat of a retrospective approach, highlighting some marvelous moments, and, in this case a rather funny story, from the past week.

Gracie Wants Seconds! (Or does she????)

Last Thursday morning, I awoke at 3:30 a.m. to the shrill cries of my ravenous daughters. Jeni and I try to take turns doing the "graveyard shift" and this was my night. Groggily, I left the warm confines of our bed, stumbled into the nursery and found the girls screaming with their eyes shut and their mouths open as wide as can be. Once I got there though and they heard my voice, their shrieks died down a bit. I changed Hope and Grace, put them in their Boppy pillows, attached bibs around their sets of chins and proceeded to feed them their bottles. Hope is up to 4 ounces these days and Gracie is at 3 and a half. Grace in particular acted like she was starving and took down her entire bottle in about five minutes. Now, to give some back story here, Grace is traditionally our pokier eater, who will sometimes take 30-45 minutes to finish a bottle, so for her to throw the bottle down that quickly meant one thing and one thing only (at least as far as I could tell). Gracie was signaling to me that she wanted me to go tell the chef that she wanted seconds. I went to the fridge, retrieved another bottle, and happily obliged. Wow, I thought to myself, Gracie is really starting to take off with her growth. She's eating like a champ! By the time that Hope had finished her meal, Gracie seemed to slow with her feeding as well. All in all she took down 4.75 ounces. A new record for Gracie.

I couldn't have been more proud of my daughter at that point, although, when she was finished, she really looked stuffed (not unlike John Candy's character in the movie The Great Outdoors after he took down the 'Old '96er). Could I have overfed Gracie, I thought to myself briefly? Nah, how could I, she only ate 4.75 ounces, that's not that much. I went to burp Gracie, and almost immediately her mouth opened and at least half of her feeding came flying back out all over my face, chest, lap and our couch. At this point there was only one thing I could do, and that was to yell, "JENI!" as loud as I could, waking my wife from her slumber, exactly what I didn't want to do given that I was doing the "graveyard shift."

I am not a morning person, but Jeni is even less so, so seeing her rub her eyes and stumble into the room was not a pretty site. Jeni looked dumbfounded, after being woken up suddenly only to see her husband covered with spit up, along with her daughter, who, incidentally thought this whole thing was funny and smiling. Hope just grunted in the Boppy pillow beside her sister. It was her only defense. This clearly was a sight for sore eyes, and not the way anyone, least of all Jeni, would want to to see in the wee hours of the morning after just being startled from her sleep.

Needless to say, I learned a lesson here. Sometimes babies need their nook to suck on after their feeding and not be given a whole other bottle! For an adult, 4.75 ounces is not much, but for Gracie, it was as if she ate a robust steak. While spit-up-covered dad didn't take any pictures of this charade, I found a video of the John Candy scene from The Great Outdoors that can give you the general picture of this story.



In other, non-spit-up related news...
Here are some super-cute photos of "The Hopester" from this past week. The girls are starting to smile a lot. On top of that, we are now taking them to a park near our house for picnics on Saturdays. The family picnic is especially fun as Maggie is getting more used to the girls and enjoys smelling their feet while we enjoy our sandwiches and "tummy time" on the blanket.

Labor Dabor

As these two pictures can show you, this summer has included the best of times... and, well, the best of times when our darling daughters might not have been having the best of times (as evidenced to the left with Hope being very hungry in her cute pink polo).

Labor Day Weekend has always been a bitter-sweet time for us as teachers. It marks the end of the summer and the beginning of the fall. While traditionally this weekend has come with its share of sadness, this year it proved a reason to rejoice. We were able to take our girls out to a couple of barbecues and show them off to our friends and family. Granted, we arrived, hand-sanitizer in hand, and kept our mantra of making sure no one who was even the least bit under-the-weather go near the girls. People, however, were most respectful and just grateful to see our girls.

Taking the girls out a bit really made us feel like a whole family. The girls keep growing, smiling, and giggling. With all this in mind, this year Labor Day doesn't feel so much like the end of the season, but rather the beginning of a multitude of experiences we're looking forward to.

• Maternity Leave: Jeni made arrangements to start her school year this forthcoming week for four days and then go on maternity leave afterwards. That will be great for her students, as well as for the girls. I am jealous that she will be able to be at home with them until the middle of November, but, at the same time, realize what a true blessing it is for the girls to get some quality time with their wonderful Mommy.
  
  
• Daddy Time: My school year started last Wednesday with my new class arriving, and I've found a dramatic change in my overall rapport since last year. I am running on a lot less sleep, but will trade hours of shut eye any day for the more relaxed attitude I have, knowing that Hope and Grace are healthy and ok. Come mid-November, Jeni and I will trade off, and I'll be able to be home for a month and a half with the girls. While part of me is nervous about this, most of me rejoices in the opportunity to help out and hopefully keep the girls healthy as they continue to grow.
  
  
• A Season of Firsts Awaits Us: Yes, the school year is starting, but yes, fall is coming, and that means all sorts of neat things. Our first family walk on a crisp, cool fall day... the girls watching Daddy rake the leaves... the girls first Halloween... the girls first Thanksgiving and Christmas... these are awesome events that are on the horizon
  
  
• Could a Brewers playoff season in October really happen? : For those of you who have been following this blog since its conception can attest, the Milwaukee Brewers are by far my favorite sports team. On top of that, it has been 26 years since the Brewers were last involved in post-season play (I was 4 years old at the time). I don't want to get my hopes up, as I've resigned myself that this baseball season will be the most memorable I've ever experienced for the sole reason that the games have helped me relax and keep sane during both dark and light-hearted times, but, just for a second, don't you think it would be absolutely poetic if this was the year?!?!
  
  
  
• Being a family rocks: Today was an awesome day for many different reasons. I got to visit with my cousin Erin, her husband Andy, and their newborn son Henry. Henry is a cutie, and this picture below marks the first (of what I hope will be a future series of pictures) with Hope, Grace and their second cousin. It was so nice to see Erin, Andy, Henry and Uncle Dennis and Aunt Teri today. With that same theme of family in mind, we went to our friends Chris and Amanda's Labor Day party this afternoon and enjoyed just hanging out as a family. Simply being able to be at one place with many of our close friends and our two daughters and dog was such a blessing for us all.
  

Jeni, Hope, Will, Grace, Erin & Henry 8-31-08












We had fun at Chris and Amanda's party. Will holds Hope and Jeni hold Gracie as they enjoy the beautiful Lake Michigan water on a glorious afternoon. Maggie also enjoys her time sun bathing in the sand.

Back to School Poem

It's been quite a summer as many of you know,
A most unique summer as we've watched our girls grow,
When school was last in session, both girls were in the NICU,
Now our girls are home, thanks to love and prayers from all of you,
They're growing so fast- some might say growing up to soon,
It's hard to believe Hope's doubled her size since June!
And as for our Grace, I do have to say,
That she is getting more and more expressive each day,
The girls are getting better at controlling their heads,
Now, if only we could get them to be better about going to bed,
They are feeding every three or four hours most times I'd say,
Except for those times they want snacks throughout the day,
As we prepare to go back to work,
We will miss our dear daughters with all of their quirks,
It's been quite a summer- except the problems with sump pumps, toilets and sewers,
But hey, HOW 'BOUT THOSE BREWERS!



Life with the Pipers would like to wish all the moms, dads, kids, teachers, and family who read our blog the best for a great school year. And now, the countdown is on to Jeni's maternity leave in a little over a week. Best of luck to our parents who will be pinch hitting for us throughout the next seven days. For whatever it's worth to the teachers who read this blog, putting together the baby sitting plans for the grandparents makes sub plans for a week-long-absence look like a total breeze!

Constructive Summer

First off, I just want to let our loyal readers know that we are doing wonderfully as a family, but are super busy. Therefore, the blog updates are likely to be less frequent in the weeks ahead as Jeni and I prepare to start our seventh and eighth years of school respectively. Thinking about this fact alone makes me scratch my head... weren't we just School of Ed students at UW-Madison where we met? It is hard to believe that our undergrad training ended so many years ago. It is harder to believe that we are finished with our Master's degrees, and are now considered "veterans" on our teaching staffs even though we have been told that physically we still look like rookies. Speaking of rookies, how can you not smile looking at one of our "true rookies," smiley Gracie (see photo above)?

This whole idea of time passing too quickly relates well to our thoughts dealing with our girls and reflecting upon this summer. Where has the time gone? This is the summer where I've been outside the least, played the least amount of golf, attended the least amount of social events, gone to the gym the least, and yet, feel like I've been the most busy and the most happy. Children change lives for the better, and I am sure that the summer of 2008 will go down in the Piper family annals as the summer where we stopped worrying every time the phone rang and started being parents (who continue to worry, but are blessed not to have to worry quite so much).

We went to the doctor yesterday for our girls' wellness check up, and I left almost crying tears of joy. Hope is now 9 pounds 4 ounces, and Gracie is 7 pounds 2 ounces. Our pediatrician described our girls as "looking excellent" and "ahead of where other preemies often are." Gracie and The Hopester are alert, tracking movements, rolling on their sides, and most importantly growing like weeds! They are acting like term 6 week olds, and spend most of their day sleeping, eating, or, enjoying their favorite activity, being held by Mom or Dad. We are hoping that the girls can even be off their apnea monitors in a week or two!

As Jeni and I scramble to get our classrooms back in order and to prepare for the upcoming school year we are spending increasingly more time away from home, which means that we're taking longer shifts with the girls. I had the blessing of being "Mr. Mom" yesterday and got to hang out with the girls all day while Jeni worked on her classroom. It was a lot of fun (although, I can see how being a stay-at-home-mom is a full-time job). Gracie and Hope went through three outfits each in the time Jeni was gone. We did, however, have a grand time playing airplane and watching the Brewers defeat the Astros. It was nice that we had visitors today who came and helped out and provided us with lots of laughs and smiles. Our good friend Sue and her family visited this morning and our friends Chris and Ros this evening. Everyone who comes over comments on how big the girls are, which is a stark contrast from early comments from people about how tiny they looked in the NICU.

In closing, as our summer of newborns comes to a close, I reflect upon the many lessons I've learned. Here are a few of them.

• Schedules are relative: I love being organized and living my life on a schedule. Hope and Grace do not share their father's same need for structure. Eating dinner at 9:30 at night and breakfast at 10:30 in the morning is ok sometimes. Even on days when we do have things planned, those plans often fly straight out the window!
  
• Live in the moment: When the girls want to play, play with them. When they want to sleep take a nap. Normally I live by the motto, "make a plan and see it though." Hope and Grace have taught me that it's ok to have a plan, but that seeing that plan through in stages is just fine. I've learned to live with piles of laundry in the living room and a plethora of bottles and dishes daily in the sink. We do our best to pick the place up in the morning, but the girls come first.
  
• You are only a baby once: As the girls continue to grow so fast, it dawns on me that they are going through their infant stage for the first and only time in their lives. I've been told to enjoy the girls being babies and cherish the lack of sleep, take lots of pictures, sing plenty of silly songs, and rejoice in the filled diapers and screams in the middle of the night. Our babies are acting like... well, babies :)

Enjoy some photos!









Mom and Dad enjoy a moment with sleepy Hope. Most of the time these days she looks ready to party!





Gracie looks alert as she checks out her Mommy and Daddy.

4 Months Old and Summer Musings

There are some things for all of us that signal the end of summer. For some it might be the first sign of leaves turning. For others, the coming of Labor Day might be summer's symbolic end. Still for others, perhaps it is the start of the NFL football season and pre-season games. For Jeni and me, as teachers, it is always THE "back-to-school" letter our principal/division head. Jeni got hers a week ago and mine arrived in the mail today. This time of year, as a teacher, phone calls and emails begin to pick up... colleagues are eager to share their summer experiences and thoughts on how to improve for the upcoming year... kids begin making their way back to school and the parking lots of places like Target and Office Max resemble a Sunday game at Miller Park.

The arrival of my "back to school letter" today made me a little reflective about how fast this summer has gone. I know that many teachers complain about the summer flying, but for me, I have never experienced time going so fast. As of today, Hope weighs in at 8 pounds, 3 ounces, and Gracie, 6 pounds, 11 ounces. Both girls are 19 inches long. Putting this in perspective, Hope was close to 5 pounds when she left the NICU and Gracie was about 4 and 1/2 pounds. In the short time from June until now, both girls have grown tremendously. The home nurse today said she couldn't be more pleased! And to think, starting this summer, both girls were in the NICU.



Whose socks are whose? Hope and Grace sleep in pretty much the same position.







Daddy and Gracie enjoy some much needed shut eye.









Gracie is happy (for the moment) in her bouncy seat.











What's the Hopester looking at???





Here are some things I've learned in my first summer as a dad.

• Sleep is a valuable commodity and something to be cherished.
• Take joy in simple things... watching my daughters smile and look at me wide-eyed is about the coolest thing I've ever experienced.
• Nothing makes me feel more joyful than seeing Hope and Grace happy... likewise, nothing makes me more confused, and at times sad, than seeing them upset and not knowing what the problem is or how I can fix it.
• Twins are a lot of work... twins also bring a lot of joy. It is cool seeing a friendship develop between grunts and squawks in the Pack 'N Play or watching them scoot close to each other when enjoying their "tummy time".
• Having the girls on monitors is not nearly as scary as it seems.
• A peaceful, uninterrupted meal is a thing of the past... for some reason both girls like to squeal, squawk and cry whenever we're eating.
• I never knew how much I could do one handed.
• Staying up to watch the Brewers night games when they're playing the west coast teams is easy... the "graveyard shift feeding" after you've been asleep for 4 hours is hard.
• My buddies have become "uncles" and where their visits year ago involved grabbing my golf club and trekking out to a course for the day, their visits now include taking lots of pictures of the girls and in some cases swapping stories about each others' kids.
  
• Miracles work. For a long time I didn't think the day would come that these girls would be home, let alone growing and doing well. I cannot begin to express how grateful I am to God for this blessing and for the hundreds (and maybe even thousands) of people who have held our little family in their thoughts and prayers.
  

The Boxing of the Preemie Clothes

When Hope and Grace were born weighing 2 pounds 5 ounces for Hope and 2 pounds even for Grace, the last thing I ever thought was that they would ever outgrow their clothes. Yesterday, I got hit with a beautiful reality... Jeni began boxing up the girls preemie clothes. Both Hope and Grace have outgrown their first set of outfits! As Hope inches up on the 8 pound mark, and Grace is now over 6 pounds, the preemie outfits which are good through 5 pounds are no longer useful, and have hence been replaced by the newborn outfits (and in some cases the smaller 0-3 month attire).

While watching Jeni box the clothes made me grin from ear to ear at first, upon further reflection, I realized this is somewhat of a bittersweet experience. Our babies, slowly but surely, are growing up. Reading our loyal readers from Cleveland, Laurie and Jeff's blogs about their son Joey turning 5 and looking at their chronology of photos and experiences made me realize the fact that our family is never going to be any younger than it is right now, right here, today. As people of all ages, we are constantly growing older.

Scrolling back through our own blog (something that frankly I rarely do), I located the picture and post about Gracie wearing her first outfit... a purple preemie suit that was too big for her. Nowadays, Gracie is styling in her newborn clothes and Hope may make the transition into 3-6 month old attire before we know it. One thing's for certain... watching Hope and Gracie grow is such a blessing for their mom and dad to watch!


Jeni places some of our preemie outfits into a shoe box (this will give you a scope of how small these clothes actually are). We plan on donating them to the St. Joseph's Family Care NICU in an effort to help "pay it forward" to families of premature children who will delight in seeing their girls dressed for the first time, just as we delighted in seeing our girls in outfits.



(Pictures below:)

To the left , Gracie in her first outfit.


To the right, Gracie in the last preemie outfit that fits her comfortably, her "Vitamins" outfit (that Hope wore for our birth announcement).

The Growing Girls

Needless to say, based on the lack of posting recently, Jeni and I have been up to our glazed eyeballs busy with the girls... and loving every minute of it (ok, well, almost every minute of it.)

With this in mind, I thought it might be kid of fun to share with you a little list of things we never really realized would be the case until the girls were home. Sure, countless kind souls gave us advice, but, as teachers we know that sometimes you just need to learn by doing!

Things We Never Knew Would Be The Case With Twins
(Until They've Been Home for a month)

10. Nap Times Are Few And Far Between (for us as parents):
A guilty pleasure... perhaps, but there is nothing better some days than a good ol' nap. However, with the growing girls, getting more than twenty minutes of sleep in a nap during the day is a major accomplishment these days.



9. Picking Out Girls Clothes (that please my wife) Can Be a Daunting Task:
Ask me about the Brewers and I'll go on for hours. Ask me about teaching world geography and I can probably give you lots of insight. Ask me to choose "the right" pair of pink pants that match Hope's outfit and I'll stand with my mouth open and mutter, "huh." I am learning, slowly but surely about the joys and challenges of dressing to twin girls (especially when the pre-coordinated outfits are dirty). Jeni and I have had more laughs with some of the combos I've come up with. Frankly, I am sure neither girl really seems to mind that Daddy isn't quite the fashion guru.

8. Feeding/Changing the Girls is a Full Time Job
Jeni and I crunched some numbers the other day. Jeni figured that she spends approximately 8 hours a day feeding babies. When Hope and Grace eat is up to Hope and Grace. While we try to keep them on the same schedule, this only works part of the time. Sometimes they like to eat together, other times they'll squawk like ornery birds at the thought of dining with their sister and will need to eat alone. Their schedules can vary from eating every 3 hours to eating every hour and a half (that's what Gracie is doing right now during the day). The good news is that both girls are growing and eating.

As for diapers, that's another story. On average, each girl goes through about 10 Pampers Swaddlers a day, and when there's a big "Code Brown" that number will increase fast!

7. Every Day We Play "Lunch and Dinner Roulette":
To squawk and scream or not to squawk and scream, that is the question. Since being home for a month, I can't think of one meal that we've had at home that hasn't been interrupted with the babies squawking about something. Jeni and I have come up with "Lunch and Dinner Roulette" when we wager whether or not we'll get through our whole meal uninterrupted or not. We've realized, rather quickly, that the girls enjoy being held by us far more than anything else.

6. Going to the Grocery Store Can Be A Blessing
Prior to having Hope and Grace home, Jeni and I would sometimes bicker about who would have the lovely opportunity to go to the grocery store once a week. Nowadays, going to the grocery store is seen as "an hour out of the house." All of a sudden, the grocery no longer seems like the unwanted chore.

5. The Odds of Brett Favre Coming to a Peaceful Resoultion with the Green Bay Packers are Exponentially Greater than the Odds of Hope and/or Grace Making It Through the Day With the Same Outfit On.
FYI- The girls do have their same outfits on today, so, there is a chance! However, there are still two hours left in the day, and a whole lot of eating and "bathroom stuff" still likely to happen.

4. Laundry is the Job that Never Ends:
... it goes on and on my friend! If we're not doing the twins' laundry we're doing the adult laundry. Our laundry machine and dryer are working hard!

3. Contrary to a Previous Post, Grace Does Not Have Anything Against CC Sabathia... She Spits Up On All Sorts of Shirts:
While the girls go through several outfits a day, so do their mom and dad. I started the day wearing a white t-shirt, then changed into a blue polo, and now am wearing a red Wilco t-shirt. The first two shirts fell victim of the wet-burp. The fate of the Wilco shirt is still to be determined.

2. The Girls are Each Other's Best Friends:
Being an only child, I never really got to understand the relationship between siblings, let alone identical twins! However, there is something to be said about the close bond that twins have. Truth be told, our girls get more of a kick out of watching each other than us. When I put Grace down, she'll sneak over by her sister Hope, or vice versa. They really seem to enjoy being around one another. I hope this trend continues throughout their life.

1. I've Never Been Happier Getting Up at 2, 3, 4, or 5:00 a.m.
Groggy or not, grumpy or not, there is nothing more beautiful than seeing my daughters happy and eating. Perhaps I'm happier the next day, rather than hearing the raucous screeching pouring out of the baby monitor at the wee hours of the morning, but overall, we are just so grateful that our girls are eating well and "look great" according to our pediatrician!

FYI: Hope is now 7 lbs. 8 oz. and Gracie is an even 6 lbs. The girls have more than tripled in size since their birth! What a blessing!

A Wild Friday!

Today has been a real circus. When I call home after teaching summer school, and Jeni answers the phone "Barnum and Bailey's" you know some thing's up. As we speak, I am up at 1:15 a.m. waiting for Hope to stir so that I can feed her and then sleep (hopefully) until 6:30ish with Jeni agreeing to take the "graveyard shift." For some reason, perhaps the fact that it was Friday, or that the Brewers 8 game winning streak came to a close this evening, Hope and Gracie decided that it would be fun to squawk and scream every time they were not held or fed today. Jeni calculated the hours she has spent nursing in the girls in the past 24 hours, and it has topped off at more than 8. That constitutes a full time job! Did I happen to mention that their feedng schedules are close to an hour apart?

However, despite today's chaos, just about an hour ago, I was able to capture the girls in their Pack 'N Play holding hands (see pic from above). How awesome is that?

As Hope begins to stir for her "late night munchies version 1.o," I have to laugh about the amount of noise, chaos, and absolute love that two little people can create. If these two are like this now, I can only laugh to myself at the thought of them both being toddlers (and that will happen before I know it!) For now, all we can do is drink copious amounts of coffee and Diet Pepsi Max, not take anything too seriously, and enjoy the sheer joy of these girls being home.

Home For a Month and a Brewers Sweep!

I am in the midst of teaching two summer school classes, one on web design, and the other on fantasy baseball. Our dear friend Judy, who is the Director of Summer Programs at my school and who I've known since I was nine years old commented to me today about how since Hope and Grace's homecoming, the Brewers have been white hot. After doing a bit of research, I've realized that the Brewers record since the girls came home a month ago today is 16-9. That's pretty awesome if I do say so myself! My friend Jon's brother Bryon, who lives in Pittsburgh, recently created "The Sweep Broom" which he mailed to his brother Jon, who, in turn, passed the broom along to me. Since acquiring "The Sweep Broom," the Brewers have had two road sweeps. Much to the chagrin of my wife, here is a picture of me with "The Sweep Broom" amidst my bobble head collection in our basement.

I have often used the Brewers' season as a backdrop for many of the stories I share on this blog. In many ways I feel baseball mimics life. There are highs and lows, winning streaks and losing streaks, players get into slumps and then have hot streaks, pitchers will have awesome outings followed by less-stellar appearances, and good fans support their team and their favorite players no matter what. One thing I will not do is boo anyone on our team... does that possibly do the player any good?

This seems a lot like parenting if you ask me. Our girls have had their share of ups and downs, as many of you already know. The NICU experience was extremely hard. It is frustrating during the social season of summer to be more or less quarantined to keeping our girls in our house to decrease their risks of infections from being in public places or around a lot of people. However, when you think about their development in a big-picture context, our girls seem to be just as hot as the Brewers right now. Hope is now over the 7 pound threshold (weighing in at a beefy 7 pounds 2 ounces).... hmmm, 7 pounds, 7-game winning streak... coincidence??? Gracie Girl still is lean and mean, but growing at about an ounce a day, weighing in at 5 pounds 11.5 ounces. The home nurse who visited today was pleased with the girls' development. Gracie still has frequent spit ups, but these seem to be more of a concern to Dad than anyone else. When you think about it, in a little more than 3 months, Gracie and Hope have nearly tripled their weights!

Speaking of spit ups, Gracie shows her love for the newest Brewer starter, CC Sabathia, in a most unique way. I was fortunate enough to attend CC's first start as a Brewer and was given a CC t-shirt as a gift that evening. I have made a practice of wearing this shirt every time CC pitches since. Gracie, not to be outdone by her dad, has also made it her mission to make sure she spits up on the CC shirt every time Dad wears it. Last night I thought we were in the clear, as I watched the end of the game with Uncle Aaron and Uncle Mike at Mike's house. However, upon returning home, I fed Gracie a bottle, and burped her, and sure enough, she spit up on the CC shirt once again. Is this Gracie's way of showing her love for CC, or is she giving her dad a hard time? Only time will tell. For what it's worth, despite the spit ups and frequent washing of the Sabathia shirt, CC has gone 4-0 since becoming a Brewer, and has pitched 3 straight complete games.

Ultimately, what draws me in the most as a baseball fan is watching how the long season progresses and plays out. Regardless of whether or not the Brewers make it to the post-season is somewhat inconsequential. While I would love to see post-season ball as much, if not more so, than other fans, it is the joy of the game and the sheer drama and strategy of it all that makes me a regular at Miller Park and glued to the television set or radio on the other days. Each game is a progression of the Brewers as a team. Likewise, it is the joy of watching my girls develop over the past month that has really made me recognize what a true blessing it is to be a parent. Instead of a 162 game season, Hope and Grace's season will span a lifetime. Jeni and I are just so overjoyed to watch them grow along the way.

Hope and Grace's First Montage

Enjoy this video montage of Hope and Grace's journey home and their first month. When you think about it, this journey is nothing short of amazing!

Early Morning Feeding Frenzy

It is hard to believe that next week the girls will have been home for an entire month! Where does the time go? The home nurse came this week to check in and said both girls looked great. "The Hopester" now weighs 6 pounds 12.5 ounces and Gracie Girl is up to 5 pounds 6 ounces. While Gracie is still much smaller than her sister, she is gaining about an ounce a day, which is pretty good.


The girls now need to be fed about once every 2-3 hours. This makes for days that are hectic, but seem to just fly by. Aside from the"graveyard shift," the other key shift is the early morning shift. I tend to do better with this one, and hence often awake to piercing shrieks permeating from the baby monitor in our bedroom sometime between 4-5 a.m. . Upon arriving in the nursery, I feel like John Wayne entering a high noon show down in a deserted Western town. Although, instead of John Wayne encountering the bad guys in this situation, I am greeted by my two loud, but lovely daughters.

Often times I see both girls wide-eyed, shrieking and trying to get their mouths on anything in sight (their sleeves, shirt, hands and even my arms are all fair game). The girls make a ton of noise during this time, which often snaps me out of my sleepy, groggy state. It is then up to me to get the girls changed, fed, and back to bed as quickly as possible, both to satisfy them and to preserve a few more winks of sleep for myself. Once I assure myself that the girls are ok, and that all the commotion is due to hunger, I race to the kitchen, grab two bottles out of the refrigerator, shake them, warm them, grab the Boppy pillows and burp clothes, and finally, rescue my daughters from their state of total hunger. Let the feeding frenzy begin!

Feeding both girls at the same time with the bottles is a challenge to say the least. Hope often gets cranky about not having my undivided attention, especially when I have to spend a little more time positioning Gracie due to her reflux. While I would love to take a picture of this scene to share, my hands are literally full, usually for at least 45 minutes or so. Once the girls get their bottles down, the next challenging aspect of the duel feeding is getting both girls burped while propping Gracie up to prevent the inevitable post-feeding spit up. To throw a CC Sabathiaesque slider into the equation, about half the time the girls soil their newly changed diapers during this feeding, adding for further challenges, both with them being uncomfortable, as well as their aroma making everyone (including Maggie the dog) want to leave the room running (which Mags often does if this occurs).

As the sun rises and the clock turns to 6:00 a.m., most days the feeding frenzy is under control (at least for now). I try to stumble off to bed, get another hour of sleep and then it is either Jeni or I up again for the 8:00 "1st breakfast" and the day begins again.

While Daddy and Mommy are mighty exhausted these days, there is nothing better than caring for our girls.

The Graveyard Shift

In an effort to be fair to one another, Jeni and I have taken turns pulling "the graveyard shift." This is the 3:00 or 4:00 a.m. feeding of the girls, which often involves mixing and warming up bottles, soiled diapers, wet outfits, and a whole lot of fumbling around in a very groggy state. Depending on how pokey the girls choose to eat, and whether or not they're on the same schedule, the "graveyard shift" can last anywhere from 45 minutes to an hour and a half.

Frankly, I can count on one hand, up until recently, how many times I've been up past 3:00 a.m. since college. While I am not a big television watcher, I've found that I need to have something going on that's mindless to keep me at least a little awake while I do the "graveyard shift" or else I'll fall asleep feeding the babies in their Boppy pillows, and that, of course would be a very bad thing.

I never knew what television programs were on at 3:00 a.m. Here are some of the gems I've found:

-Weird Documentaries: the other night I watched one about a filmmaker who made a movie about trying to land a date with Drew Barrymore. Don't get me wrong, what guy doesn't have a crush on Drew, but to make a movie about trying to get a date with the former E.T. star???????

-Reruns of Old (and more or less forgotten) Shows: Did you know that Dawson's Creek plays at 3:30 a.m. weeknights on TBS? I didn't until recently. You can also find Andy Griffin still floating around along with Dick Van Dyke. I will admit, I have gotten hooked into a few episodes of Dawson's Creek

-The Golden Girls: Granted this is a quality show (and comes on at 12:30, so it technically doesn't fall into the category of "Graveyard Shift").


-Celebrity Gossip Shows: Jeni and I are not much into celebrity gossip, but my goodness are there a lot of shows for people that are. Lindsay Lohan and Brittney Spears continue to be up to no good, but, hey what else is new.

-Reruns of the Brewers game (this is the perfect solution if we win... too bad we dropped 2 out of 3 games to the Reds this weekend).


With all of these exciting inane options for tv, thank goodness we have a DVR and I can start taping episodes of Saved by the Bell. That show at least brings back a few chuckles from high school.

3 Months Old- and gettin' bigger!

Hope and Grace just turned three moths old yesterday, July 11th. As we scroll back through the June blog entries, we are amazed to see how much these girls have grown.

Hope is now about 6 pounds, and Grace is close to 5 pounds. They keep growing a little bigger each day.



Gracie is fresh and clean, ready for her third outfit of the day (and it was only 10:30 a.m.!)








Gracie looks angelic while she sleeps.









Gracie looks super cute in her watermellon sleeper as she gets ready for her "before bed meal."









The Hopester wrapped in her swaddler.










Hope says, "why sleep when you can be picked up and cuddled?"








Dad and Mom are way sleepy as the girls feed every 2.5-3 hours throughout the day and on different schedules for the majority of the time. However, our spirit is great, and we are loving every second of having these girls at home!

Schedule Changes

By nature, I am a person who enjoys organization and structure and takes a certain degree of comfort in routine. This trait comes through in my teaching (while activities vary, I have a set structure to my classes), my exercise routine (30 minutes on the elliptical machine followed by10 minutes of abs and the weight machines on Tuesdays and Thursdays- at least this is what I did when I was able to go to the gym more regularly).

What is perhaps most peculiar, is that my need for organization and routine transcends into my trips to Miller Park to watch the Brewers. My buddy Bloom and I split a 20 game pack of tickets, and I always have a certain series of rituals that I go through when I attend baseball games. I always bring a bag of peanuts to the game to much on (shelled peanuts are a vice of mine) and a water bottle. On Sundays, a funny beer vendor who goes by the nickname "The Iceman" comes to our section around the second inning. I enjoy the hot pretzels at the game, but only from the concession stands (preferably the one on the field level third base side), not from the "pretzel pit," and the pretzel is always purchased around the mid-way point in the game. These little traditions and routines may seem a bit odd, but, I guess that's just how I operate. My buddies and wife sometimes get a kick out of giving me a hard time for these idiosyncrasies, and to be frank, with some of them, like the baseball game stuff, I totally deserve any flack I get. If I enjoy routines, traditions, and structure at the ball park, you can only imagine some of my oddities around the house.

Enter into the picture Hope and Grace, and my sense of routine and structure has been thrown out the window faster than a Ben Sheets fastball. For the past week, our two "snuggle sisters" have done nothing but vary their schedule daily. Jeni and I have found ourselves ad-libbing our lifestyle to keep up with theirs. Dinner in the Piper household recently has been served around 9:00 p.m., as the girls have taken to eating their "mid-evening-meal" between 7 and 8 when we'd usually eat. Sometimes the girls will feed at the same time, other times, Hope will eat first, and still other times, it is Gracie who demands to get her eat on. I find myself going to bed at 11:30-12:00 (depending on when the girls want to eat last), getting up at 3:00 a.m., then again between 5:00 and 7:00 a.m., depending on when the girls get the munchies, and then, if I don't have to go to work, returning to bed for a few more winks and getting up around 10:00 a.m. The last time I kept hours like that was when I was an undergrad at UW-Madison, and even then, there was a bit more consistency to everything! Last week I even called my parents at 6:00 a.m, thinking it was 7:00 a.m., to chit-chat and talk Brewers with my dad. Needless to say, they were rather amused by my bewilderment!

People are often asking us these days if we are getting sufficient sleep, and the truth is that we technically are in terms of number of hours, etc. but our schedule is so totally turned around from what we are used to, that we find ourselves tired in the middle of the afternoon and wide awake around the time we would usually go to bed. Go figure. Despite all of this, there is nothing I'd rather do than care for the girls. When they shriek through the baby monitor in the middle of the night, I groggily get up, turn the monitor down (so Jeni can get a few winks) stumble into the bedroom, take care of the "code brown" (which inevitably happens around this time) and then warm bottles while the girls screech. When I finally get to hold them and watch them stare up at me, I sometimes have to pause and pinch myself to make sure that these girls are really real and have made it here.