At first, it really bothered me when they cried. But six months down the road, I'm a little immune to their screams. Don't get me wrong. I still jump up the moment I hear the first wail, and my eyes still pop open when it happens over night. But my stomach doesn't tense up with the fear of not knowing what to do. I feel so much more confident that I can tell what the cries mean and fix the problem.
But they have thrown me a curve ball.
Real tears. REAL. TEARS. Big, huge, fat tears welling up in their eyes and rolling down their chubby little cheeks.
They have found my weakness. I stand no chance.
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Look at Grace's picture on this post and compare it to Claire's on the sidebar. Who woulda thought our twins would have hand-me-downs. The benefit of having one bigger than the other.
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