Yesterday was the twinkies' one-year checkup.
And it was a doozy.
To start it off, the appointment was at 1 p.m. — smack dab in the middle of their long afternoon nap. So, I had to wake them. I cannot state enough what a terrible, terrible thing it is to have to wake your children. Especially if you have the kind who struggle to sleep. Looking at you, Claire.
But I woke them, loaded them up and headed to the doctor's. Normally, I don my SuperMom costume and lug two heavy babies in their car seats to the appointments myself. But lucky for me (and the girls), my sisters were staying with me for a couple of days and "got" to come with us.
The moment I laid the girls down to remove their clothing, they started screaming. And they didn't stop until we got out of the office. No, seriously. I'm not kidding. They screamed for nearly an hour.
Being measured was scary. The scale was terrifying. And seeing the doctor walk in was horrific. They clung to me like their lives were in mortal peril. And that was BEFORE we even got to the shots.
But afterward, we rushed them outside, let the fresh air dry their tears, and they calmed down almost instantly.
I cannot thank my sisters enough for hanging out with me for the last couple of days and helping me feed and play and care for these little twinkies. We are so lucky to have them in our lives.
P.S. Sorry, Cassie. I couldn't find any photos of you and the girlies. This was the best I could do.