Oh yeah!

No Liesl, by saying "First of Many" I didn't mean kiddos! Allow me to lay out the logic:

1. If I meant the first of many...kiddos, I would have had to have said "First and Second of Many". Obviously. Twins. Come in sets of two. And there's no way I would say "first set of many sets of twins"
2. Have you ever read the story of Zacharias in the Bible? Yeah, that's us basically - you know..."well stricken in years". I'm just lucky the angel Gabriel didn't strike me dumb for disbelief when I found out we were having twins.

However, I did mean first of many pictures! oh yeah! Now that this new and exciting brand of Guantanamo sleep deprivation is becoming a habit, I have a little bit of time to update our blog. The hot brunette in the other room wants me to make clear that she doesn't think I should compare feeding the twins every three hours at night to certain CIA interogation techniques, but I guarantee there are some parents of multiples that would choose 30 minutes of waterboarding over the experience of the first two nights of feedings.

Sometimes I think I'm actually fighting Taliban insurgents on the way over to pick up the babies in the middle of the night. Or the koolaid man is running through my bedroom wall...ohhhhh yeah! It can't be good to half-dream about the koolaid man while your kids need their diapers changed. I digress, but can you imagine if we convinced the Koolaid man to use his powers for good for us in the mountains of Tora Bora? He'd step off the back of an Armored Personnel Carrier yelling "Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" and run through a few cave walls until he drowns the enemy in a rush of Sharkleberry Fin.

Anyway...I wouldn't trade the late-night delusions for the world. Everytime I go stumbling in the dark to pick them up at 3:00 in the morning, I just have to look down at them to realize how blessed we are. And how I don't know how I managed life without them.

Here's a few new pictures:

Matthew the next morning in the hospital



Annalise the next morning in the hospital



These kids are TINY



Matthew's letting us know that our first spacewalk to the doctor's office was "solid"



Dupa stands guard at the foot of the baby carriers



We all love Mommy