"Oh my, are they twins?"

     "Are these both your babies?" "Are they twins?" Are the first things people usually say to me in public.  Other people usually give me the sympathy eye, or the how old are you to have 3 kids already eye. To be honest, I like the attention.  Is that bad for me to say? I don't know. But I am in the house 24/7 so when I do get out I like a little attention. Hey, it was a lot of hard work cookin those babies for 9 months and getting them ripped out of me and then 0 sleep for at least 2 months so I say hey, I deserve a little attention. ;) The next question thing people say is usually one of two things. "I always wanted twins!" Or on the other end of the spectrum, "How do you do it? I don't know what I would do if I had twins." I usually respond with "Once you find out your having twins you just do it, there is no other option." But to be honest it is a little crazy thinking your body is capable of growing two babies inside of you and then you have to figure out on your own how to care for 2 babies at the same time.  Trying to balance your attention equally and teach them both equally and dealing with two very different personalities is crazy, but I love it. You get to have two happy faces looking at you, four hands and feet all jumbled together and twice the chub. Well maybe triple the chub with Emery.

     Now I am at a great age with them. 6 months old. They can't crawl yet, they are happy, and they sleep, well, better than they use to.  They sleep from 7 or 8 pm till about 4 or 5 am. Which is really amazing.  I'm just still like "Why can't you sleep in till 7 or 8 am?" I really love my sleep. Now I'm just acting spoiled.  If I remember back to that fuzzy newborn stage it went something, roughly, like this.
     They would fall asleep at whatever time they felt like at night, sometimes 6, or 7, or 8. Then they would wake up at maybe 11 to eat.  Then we would try and get them both to fall asleep.  They needed to be next to me or rocked in a swing.  Usually I would just pull them both in bed with me, one on each side, just to maybe get a tiny bit of sleep. And it was sooo hot with them both next to me. If their binkys fell out they were wide awake again.  Then they would wake up at 2ish am to eat.  Then one would fall asleep and sometimes the other would not fall asleep until 5 am and by that time the first one, who was sleeping, would wake up.  And I knew I was going on 2 - 3 hours of broken up sleep every night and still would somehow have to take care of my toddler Jade who would be waking up soon. Sometimes I would just lay there trying to get one of them to sleep, holding the binky in their mouths and they just squirmed and fussed and would not go to sleep and I would just be too tired to even cry. Just thinking about it again is nightmareish.  Also, I was still recovering from my C-section so getting up and down in the night all the time really hurt and really slowed down my healing process.
     So just writing that all out just made me be really really really grateful for how things are now with them being on a night time schedule!
     Well I better end this short once again.  The only way I was able to really get this done is because a friend has been watching Jade and she is home now, throwing her shoes against the wall as hard as she can. Here comes the tornado.