Where did my baby boy go?

My little baby boy isn't so little anymore. Compared to Emma and Olivia, Carter is a giant! He's done really well with the girls so far. Mostly ignoring them and occasionally wanting to kiss them or take them for a walk. All done with close supervision, of course. Ryan has awarded little Emma with 1500 "experience points" because she took a blow from a Diego backpack the other day. It was an accident and Emma was fine and barely cried.
We are all doing pretty good. The girls are still sleeping well at night. They have a bit of a fussy time between about 9:00 at night and 11:00, but it's not too bad. Just keeps Ryan and I from getting to bed early. Carter is still waking around 3am and Ryan has been going in and laying with him to get him back to sleep. That leaves me to handle feeding the girls when they wake, which really hasn't been that bad either. It takes me about an hour to get both girls fed, burped, changed, and back to sleep. I'm nursing both girls. I have to pump for Emma because she had such a hard time nursing. I hope to get her back to nursing from me eventually, but as long as she's getting breast milk I'm okay with the current arrangement. I've had to take Emma to the doctor a couple of times last week to have her weight checked. I took both girls yesterday for their two week check up and both are doing great. Dr. Altomare was very please with their weight gain. Olivia weighs 7lbs 7 ozs and Emma weighs 5lbs 11ozs.
Although I really didn't know exactly what to expect with twins, things so far are definitely going better than I thought. The most difficult part has been continuing to manage Carter's needs. I'm very excited to figure out our routine and get started on getting things back to normal. This is the first week without my mom staying here and helping. I've been anxious to see how I handle things on my own and well, so far so good. Not too many tears yet ;) Just kidding. No crying as of today!