To and Fro

I got an honest look at what twin parenting looks like in all its good and bad. (And I really don't think I saw it all that bad.) My good friends Becca and Joe had twins prematurely last fall and have been doing a marvelous job chronicling the joys and struggles of being parents of twins with some special needs. If you have any interest in premature babies, twins, PKU, or any combination of the three, I highly recommend you visit their blog.



I saw amazing things in that household. I witnessed the quieting of two babies at once by one man. Two babies, one man! I saw that same man change diapers in no time flat, whip up bottles of formula, feed his son through an NG-tube, and browse Tweetdeck and videos of Louis CK and Patton Oswalt. It was awe-inspiring. It gives me a goal to strive for. Joe, you are a true Dad of Twins.



It's been a busy month or so since...a month or so ago. Mama Bear continues to grow those babies at a rapid clip and has begun to express concern that the boys soon will grow too powerful and start making unreasonable demands on the management. Their kicks and flails and odd yoga poses are commonplace now, but no less thrilling. For me, at least. Mama doesn't seem to when Baby A goes into Downward Dog and forces his rear end into the spot where her appendix used to be. Namaste.