There’s a thing, we started it with the eldest, and it seems only fair and fitting that the tradition continues.
I mentioned quite some time ago that we were… I believe the phrase I used was “expanding the stable.” Then the issue was dropped. It was dropped not because something happened during the pregnancy, but simply because schedules went wonky (between the push to finish the MFA, then a small circus surrounding the actual delivery, then the mayhem of having not only twins, but don’t forget big brother).
Arrive, they did, and they were healthy – neither had to spend any time in the NICU, and they were only ounces apart in weight (and each, individually, weighed more than big brother when he was born). Here we are, a year later, and they are on the verge of walking, have been eating real food for close to a month, and already recognize their names when called. The next year is going to be… very interesting.
For now, though, here they are, ringing in their second year.