"When I found out that I was expecting twins I was only 7 weeks pregnant.
As the technician moved from one heartbeat to a second I was caught in a mixed fit of laughter and legit crying.
I can now say that my first few minutes of realizing I was a mom of multiples was basically the same pattern I would follow for the next 4 years. Lots of laughing, lots of crying... Me, and the babies.
They were terrible. TERRIBLE toddlers. So stinking cute but determined to reach brazen new heights in naughtiness. I am proud to have kept them alive this long.
I once found 13 steel scrub pads in the toaster.
One day they locked the entire family into one bedroom (except for them) and Dad had to jump out of the second-story window to catch them and release the rest of us.
While their sitter was changing a diaper they knocked the car out of neutral (which would have required BOTH of them), rolled down the driveway, across the street and hit a work van. They were 2, maybe 3 years old.
They emptied every condiment in the fridge onto the walls and carpet in a fashion that would have made Jackson Pollok give up painting. It took less than 5 minutes.
After an organic art project of epic proportions, we took to duct-taping their diapers on during nap time.
There was a baby gate shoved between their car seats to prevent them from ripping each others hair out while out driving.
Poison control laughed when I called to tell them my twins were eating lawn fertilizer with their cereal.
“Quiet Time” represents the moments where they weren’t climbing, streaking, pulling, running, screaming or laughing. Those moments when they stopped long enough for me to see them not in a blur of motion, not on my toes chasing, blocking, retrieving, strategizing. They would lay with me, I would read them a book. they would build up the energy to start again full speed and I would be almost ready to keep up.