Friday, November 14, 2008
 A few years ago, not too long after the twins were born, I passed some pretty harsh judgement on a friend. She has a set of her own twins and they always seemed to be getting into trouble--throwing watermelons down her stairs, dumping chocolate milk all over her kitchen floor, and squeezing tubes of all kinds of things all over her house. I had never experienced such unruliness from my children and I thought it must be because she wasn't looking after her children properly. Certainly my children would never be so troublesome and I would personally see to it. That was then. And all I can say now is, dear sweet Sam. . . will you ever forgive me? Cause in the past month or so my twins (and Caleb too) have overdosed on toothpaste, played with knives, overdosed on fish oil pills, broken my furniture, clogged the bathtub repeatedly with toilet paper, thrown basketfuls of freshly folded laundry down my stairs multiple times, dumped a bottle of massage oil all over my freshly washed comforter, inhaled fabric softener, spiked their hair with lotion, dumped an entire pitcher of orange juice all over the kitchen table, dumped Sprite all over the new carpet in the kitchen, unloaded everyone's drawers, emptied their entire bookshelf and dumped it in their closet, played with scissors, colored on the walls, and broke Mark's GI Joe collection. And I swear, even though I know a million of you out there are thinking about calling CPS, I am not neglecting my children. Honest. I had no idea two little children (okay three, cause plus Caleb) could cause so much destruction in so little time. And I sort of think you've gotta have Multiples to get it. Cause I get it now. And I didn't before. And I'm sorry for ever thinking I did when I didn't.
(Don't even get me started on their eating habits--does Toaster Strudel for breakfast, Cheetos and Sprite for lunch and Egg Nog for dinner count as well-rounded? I didn't think so.)
posted by Shana # 3:30 PM 
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