The twins are here...Can't you hear them?

You'd think having five kids would mean I had a clue about babies, right? Wrong! All the last six weeks has taught me is that I know absolutely nothing!! My other babies all came one at a time. One sweet little bundle, swaddled up tight and cooing contentedly. At least that's how I think I remember it. Perhaps my memory is just poor (who am I kidding? my memory is just about non-existent!) but I simply do not recall all this crying. And I am at a complete loss as to how to proceed.

They are adorable little bundles of sweetness who seem very nervous that I will forget they exist if they cease to make noise. And I can't even tell you who cries the most. It seems to me is they take turns being the loud one. Like they have some sort of method of communication where the one who is wailing sends out a signal to let the other one know he's getting a little tired and needs a break. And like a good twin should, the quiet one picks up the slack giving his overworked brother a much needed rest. While in this ill-humor, which seems to be during most of the daylight hours, holding them only helps so much. They will come down the anger scale to hover around the "slightly disgruntled" level for a bit, but they seem ready in an instant to remind me that they are most unhappy with their circumstances. Is it colic? Gas pains? Starvation, since we have not yet relented and inserted feeding tubes to keep a constant flow to those poor, undernourished tummies? I am sometimes inclined to believe they are both afflicted with a personality disorder. But just at that moment when I feel like I may go crazy from all the noise, the dark cloud vanishes!!

And the sunshine bursts through as those tiny, precious faces relax and turn my way . Chubby cheeks and little dimples melt my heart. Those first smiles, while fleeting and still rare, are indescribable.

I am renewed!

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