All week I have been thinking of pithy observations about having babies in the house. However, I have now found that sleep deprivation makes it hard to write down pithy observations. The main thing that has ruled this week (despite the lack of sleep): Poop. Baby poop is an amazing thing. It tells you so much, and when it doesn't come, you worry. When it does come, you just worry that it will come on the changing table in the middle of a diaper change at 2 in the morning.
And about the "black tar poop." I had heard about the black tar poop, I had seen pictures of the black tar poop, I knew about the black tar poop. But nothing truly prepares a person for the reality of the black tar poop.
Finally, just to clarify any confusion, it's Anne-a-Lee and Tah-vah.
Pictures from week one:
Analee is on the left, Tava is on the right.
Tava and Analee
Tava showing her early allegiance to Duke
Miliya the protector
Miliya the protector
And a slide show:
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| Tava and Analee Week 1 |
2 comments:
they are just precious, why do you two look so tired?
Aunt Carole
it takes awhile before you realize that poop, while it's a perfectly normal thing to talk about with infant twins in the house, is not proper adult conversation.
it only took us about 2 years. maybe you guys will figure it out faster.
in the meantime, here's hoping you have a lot of friends with babies of their own (small or grown). THEY ARE SO CUTE!
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