Sure is Foggy in Here

So, before having Riley and Leah, I read a lot of blogs and books about raising twins, and the one thing I remember reading pretty much everywhere is that the first month of raising twins is a complete "blur". I think they all pretty much use either that word or "fog". Or maybe "haze". Okay, I think I've run out of synonyms now.

When I was reading those descriptions, I wasn't really sure whether it was the parents' memory of the first month that was foggy, or if the parents' actual experience of living that first month was like being in a fog. It seemed to me like maybe the writers were just being lazy -- can't they write anything more descriptive about the first month of your parental experience than saying "it was a blur"? So, now, finally I'm here to give you a first-hand account of the first two weeks of raising twins, and I have to say:

It's a freaking blur.

That's really the only way to describe it. To be honest, I'm not sure where the last couple weeks have gone. I look back and see a blur of feeding, burping, diaper-changing, meltdowns (babies, wife, and self), attempting to sleep, semi-panicked trips to get the doctor on time, quickie trips to Babies R Us/Target/Safeway. And so on. When you're sleeping intermittently during the day and during the night, each day kind of blends into the other and so the last two weeks seem almost like one extremely long, busy, blurry day.

So, when you get a moment to just reflect and enjoy your daughters, it's pretty darn precious and you enjoy it while you can. And of course you take pictures. Because otherwise you might not remember the moment later, on account of all the fog, don'tcha know:


And finally, Riley signs us off for now: