General observations about the joys and sleeplessness that comes from being parents of twin girls.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
I was making breakfast this morning when I heard the girls squealing in the playroom. I mean loud, high-pitched, excited squeals. I went in there to find the couch cushions on the floor. The girls discovered the hidden treasures between the couch cushions. The real find was the missing apron. The brunette twin held it like a doll and danced around the room. I made a mental note to clean under the couch cushions more often.