When it became a reality that we were having twins, Paul and I didn't know what to think, or how to feel. I guess, you could say we started out in denial. "Say WHAT?! Are you sure? Could you just check again, one more time, real quick, please?!(!!!!!)." And sure enough, there were still two the next three times he checked. :) So, we walked around in a stupor for a while not really knowing what to do and then we slowly worked toward believing it. We got to "Acceptance" real quick when the kiddos decided to show up six weeks early. And now that we are a walking, talking, screaming, sneezing, pooping and puking pandemonium we thought we might as well share a few laughs with you along the way.
For instance, a few nights ago Brigham initiated me into the what-kind-of-idiot-sticks-their-finger-in-poop? club. It was clear up his back and all over my finger. DISGUSTING!!
And when I thought that it couldn't get worse than that, Bailee, who has liquid poop all of the time, sprayed me (and my clothes) with diarhea when I was puting butt paste on her sore bum tonight. I didn't have my camera that time. Paul thought it was so funny he was all but rolling around on the ground in tears. I was definitely feeling the love.
