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I don't know why I call him "Frax". Maybe just the rhyme. Probably the rhyme.
Of the two, Dax is the youngest. Elsie made her way quickly and effeciently into this world after three or so good pushes. She cried for a minute. Then she pretty much just chilled thereafter.
Dax was different.
Many have read the story from this previous post but to sum things up, Dax had a pretty rude introduction to this world. After being literally yanked out of his peaceful home, nearly breaking arms and legs (he was delivered breech), and then not being able to breathe for a good couple of minutes after extraction, Daxton's welcome was much less inviting than that of his sister's.
It has been four months now I am amazed at how much they have grown.
So how would I describe Dax a' Frax today?
Well, first. He is all boy.
Daxton has an insatiable appetite, but maybe that is just a Baker attribute. One thing is for sure, he has definately acquired the Baker belch. Alex and Isaac like to be in the room whenever Dax is nursing because like the consistency of Old Faithful, there is always a wall-rumbling belch of satisfaction after every feeding!
Another Daxism is although his intake is great, it seems his output is even greater! Daxton is a leaky, leaky faucet. Drool of all sorts is constantly seeping from his mouth which causes multiple daily outfit changes accompanied with constant carpet scrubbing. I am stunned at how he can spit up all that he has eaten and then immediately produce the cutest, big-eyed smile which instantly enables the holder to see past what has just occured, and reflect a heart-felt greeting in return.
Elsie likes to smile but one has to work for it. Daxton doesn't seem to stop smiling. His bald head and toothless grin is the perfect recipe for parental joy and is the antidote for any bad day. Frax's grunt laugh can brighten any room and it's contageousness is overwhelming.
Among so many other things, perhaps my favorite Frax attribute is his snuggleability. When the day is done and Frax is bathed and fed, I love to take him in my arms as he snuggles his head into my elbow pit, shielding his eyes from any sliver of light. He often falls asleep quickly and during those quiet few moments, I acknowledge how lucky I am to have such a joy in my life as Dax a' Frax.
Even if I have to change my shirt from his drool after I am done.
What a smile! Robby was the same way with the spit up--every feeding, every outfit. Gotta love it. How fun he is starting to laugh--that is the best! Oh and are you nursing your twins? If so--way to go!
SO CUTE! Love Dax a Frax!
You know when you asked us to tell you honestly if we thought your kids were cute? We assured you they were... but I lied. They are BEYOND cuteness. There are no words!
What a doll. Yeah, even with that horrible hat on.
i think the drooling is the edginton attribute....oh well. We love fraxy!