Sunday, May 9th

Carrie's parents had arranged for their siblings (and their children) to stop by to see the newest additions to the family. When all was said and done, the kids had been passed, handled, cuddled, kissed, viewed and touched by upwards of five dozen individuals. Three hours, three feedings, and four changings later, both the kids and the mama were pretty bushed, and took the opportunity for a much-needed nap. But even with the respite, the kids still showed the signs of overstimulation a few hours later; Carrie and her mother left the kids in the capable hands of Grandpa Rus, Uncle Rod and myself, and even though Gabe, was content to sleep off the nervousness caused by the day's events (he actually slept through much of the handling and being passed around), Ollie was still cranky enough to have a pretty major meltdown, and it seemed that only the tender ministrations of Aunt Carla could save the day.