Wow... so that was nice

I'm not supposed to say things like "they slept" or "I got plenty of sleep last night" or whatnot. My friends, who have been invaluable sources of information, advise me that I'm supposed to use coded language. So....

The Eagle....yeah, it fuckin landed

We set them down around 10. Fed them around 2, and they slept until 7. I know they're supposed to eat every three hours, but I'm also supposed to sleep! And we did. Slept like proverbial babies. I think we probably got between 6 and 8 hours of sleep last night, which is pornographically obscene for parents of 9 day old twins. It was awesome. We're awesome. We might be the best parents ever in the history of time!


When I say "slept like babies" -- I mean more of this:


And less of this:
So this was nice. Oddly enough, I'm still a little tired. My wife thinks I have post partum depression, but that seems backwards. It's not that I'm depressed, I think she forgets that I sat around on most Saturdays sleeping and watching football before the kids were born.

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"Hey Ben, Your Blog is Boring Me to Pieces"

I've been writing a lot about what our nights are like. This blog has quickly become a daily update about our evenings. I can see how this is redundantly redundant and repetative without any reason for the redundant repetition.

There's a reason for this, those kiddos don't really do anything during the day other than sleep and look adorably cute. And how much are you really interested in reading about how Nolan waved his arms cute again today, or how Lilly made a cute face when she farted? I know it's a little cruel, and perhaps strange that I'd say this, but kids are a little boring at this stage in their lives. They eat, they sleep, they poop, and they cry. In between, they look crazy-cute. When they start doing things like cooing and making faces, I'll certainly let everyone know. I imagine that this blog will become less of a nightly recap and more of an actual blog about what the babies are doing.

In other family news

Our other babies are very confused about all this. We had been walking them every day and playing with them fairly constantly.

Now, they're very much a background attraction. They don't like that.

Maggie has definately been hit harder by this than Elroy, although it hasn't been a walk in the park for the old man. Maggie hasn't once played "rope bone" or fetch with her parents since the kiddos came home. This is hard on her. She's a fragile, delicate 100 pound dog.

"Hi, I is Maggie. I is fraghle"

We also have two cats, but nobody cares about their feelings. As if cats have feelings.

We're going to the mall today. So if you see a couple of awesome looking well-rested parents pushing a double stroller loaded up with newborn twins around Northpark today, just stop us and tell us how awesome we are. Hope you get that right, cause if it's not us, well.....that would just be embarassing.