Last night was one of those tossing and turning nights where the baby cries before you're sure you actually fell asleep, and although nothing can cheer me up like my girls, I don't have a lot of patience this morning. And I never have a lot of patience for poop on the carpet. So when … Continue reading Jesus Loves Me
Five days until my babies are one year old. All month I've been telling people who ask that the girls are "almost a year old." Now I want them to ask so I can say "eleven months" just a few more times. There's something so special about being less than one year old, but somehow it … Continue reading The Lost Month
If I had a penny for every time I hear the phrase, we'd own a resort on our own private island. "You've got your hands full!" Is everyone's instinctive reaction to a mom of multiple kids, from parents and childless people alike, and it elicits sighs from a lot of twin moms because we hear … Continue reading Why I Don’t Mind Being Told I Have My Hands Full
