![]() ![]() In my Heaven, you smell, taste, feel, talk about, listen to, spend time with whomever and whatever is in your perfection. (And apparently, she loves our home smell.) In fact, H asked last night if I think that you can smell your "home smell" in Heaven.īecause, to me, Heaven is your version of perfection - in every way. We tell them what we think Heaven is but obviously we are not experts on that subject.not yet anyway. The girls frequently ask about what Heaven is like. I'm pretty sure she thinks I'm hysterical. I still imitate her each year on the first day it is really cold. It was so cold it literally took Hannah's breath away. I remember bringing them outside for the first time by myself. Are they identical? Are you having MORE?" "So, did you KNOW you were having twins? How can you tell them apart? One looks JUST like you (pointing to Guy). I thought it was so funny but I wasn't the one who had to talk to them. People followed them around the aisle from time to time just to look at them. It was pouring and I thought they'd melt. I remember taking them to the store with Guy for the first time. ![]() I remember watching them sleep in the same bassinet, side by side, for quite some time. I remember thinking that formula and bottles were the greatest invention ever. And I know that we should have done something more fun and exciting for the first few months but sleep was truly my main concern. You don't need to tell us how fortunate we were and still are. I remember my parents taking them overnight for one night a month forEVER. ![]() I would fall asleep with them by my side every night now, if I could. I remember not wanting either one of them to become too dependent falling asleep on us for fear that they'd need us to fall asleep. I remember wondering if Hannah was really Hannah and Maddie was really Maddie or if somehow we may have messed that up. I changed them both every time for years. ![]() I remember twitching (figuratively, not literally) when one of them got dirty and had to be changed and the other one didn't. We had to be very careful because we had to record every ounce they ate for months. I remember always putting Hannah's bottle on the left and Maddie's bottle on the right. "Hello?! Hello?!" He nearly gave my dad and gram a heart attack every single time. I remember Guy lifting up each baby burrito to his ear, pretending that it was a phone. I remember watching Guy wrap them up as "baby burritos", completely and utterly amazed at how natural he was with them, considering he'd never spent much more than a few minutes with a baby. I remember feeding them around 3am, truly believing that I was the only person in the world awake at that ungodly hour. I remember being amazed at how we needed to wake them up every two hours during the day to feed them but they woke up screaming, like clock-work, every night. I woke up about six hours later and walked downstairs to find my dad and Guy feeding them, burping and changing them. I remember going upstairs to bed the second night "for a quick nap" while my dad was over. I couldn't believe that everyone had gone, we had no nurses and we were in charge of these two itty bitty things. I remember putting them to bed and one of them (is it bad that I have no idea which one?) got the hiccups. (My mom got the marker out with toothpaste before she and my dad went home.) I was amazed at that moment how quickly my priorities had changed. I remember my cousin, who was 2 1/2 at the time, drawing all over our finished basement walls with marker and not being phased by it at all. (They learned to love macaroni very, very quickly.) Not that I ever doubted it, but I knew that our Village was massive and strong. I couldn't believe that there were two babies to add to this crazy macaroni eating, wine drinking crew. I remember a bunch of people coming over our house that night for dinner. They were going out somewhere that night and I never thought we'd ever go out. I remember talking to our neighbors who are now best buddies of ours as they were standing in their yard and we drove by. I couldn't believe they were talking about us. "Congrats and Welcome Home, Mumma and Daddy". I remember the big signs around the house that my parents made us. I swear to God I'm not a helicopter parent. I'm shocked that I'm not still stuck back there. I squooshed my fat "arse" in the back seat between their car seats because I apparently thought they were safer that way. I remember driving home with them for the first time. My amazing cousins are spending their first night at home with their delicious new baby tonight - and it got me thinking about our Four Family's first few nights at home. ![]()
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