There's a Good Chance We Don't Know What We're Doing

They are ten-weeks old. This is the first I’ve written about my twin boys, Jackson and Logan. Not that there hasn’t been plenty to write about. Quite the contrary. But finding time to write anything other than “Help me!” on fogged-over windows is tough. It is time-consuming. Or, more apropos,  all-consuming. 

Even if you find time to put finger to keyboard, what can be said that hasn’t been rehashed by a million other sleep-deprived parents? Pee, poop, barf, doctors, crying, early feedings. You know all that. So to make this even remotely compelling to anyone desirous of more than queasy tales of bodily fluids escaping from baby orifices and the trails of stains left in its sour-smelling wake, the content within should open the door to things you might not realize. 

So the entries you’ll see will hopefully paint a picture that isn’t obvious; expose situations you can’t really know or understand unless you’re immersed in the curious position of parenting multiples. Entries may be sporadic. As a full-time type of worker, graduate student, and shepherd of two fresh tax-deductions, extended periods of time may pass before regular contributions are posted. I’ll try to be as honest as I can without destroying my marriage, career, or my children’s future respect. I’m pretty sure they respect me right now, but that’s based solely on their inability to mutter, “whatever” under their breaths. 

Maybe this stuff will help out folks with twins on the way. Perhaps those who have twins will look at this and see similarities in their experiences. Most importantly, I hope folks will leave public comments about how well-written this is and tell me how lucky my wife kids are to have me. After all, isn’t that what blogs are all about? Stay tuned….