I keep meaning to post, but I’m at my friend Sheila’s house in San Francisco for the next few days, to help with her 11-week old girls while her husband is off on a work trip. It’s true what they say about babies: nothing else gets done except the feeding, the changing, the endless snorgling. The twins aren’t newborns anymore, but they’re still all twitchy and neurological. Maddie keeps sticking her tongue out at me (she’s the one I’m tucking in my backpack; shhh, don’t tell Sheila!):

And Adriana can pull a big-eyed grin that has you wondering whether she has gas or if she finds you UTT-er-ly hi-LAR-i-ous (a skill that’ll serve her well in dating life):

As one of the 3-day unwashed, my life right now moves from coo to wee to projectile milk-hork, with the occasional elastic-lunged shriekfest thrown in for punctuation. This double-baby immersion program confirms for me that I have what it takes to be a new mother (or a new mother-equivalent):

> Ability to go for days without bathing, willingness to go for weeks without shaving legs.
> Practiced at sleeplessness with a propensity for napping.
> Repertoire of silly voices, made-up songs, and creative pet names.
> A love of literature that extends to board books; willingness to elaborate in service of good story.
> Good in a crisis, excellent in a lull.
> Fearless around poop and other bodily substances, including blood, snot, and whatever it is that grows inside ears.
> Fully equipped with hairtrigger hormones and an advanced snacking mechanism.

The only thing I’m missing is:

> A baby (or three)

Tags: babies, infants, new mothers, twin girls

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