“You Don’t Even Need Me”

Here’s an exchange Tristen and I had this morning. We’re disgusting, so if you don’t like disgusting couples, don’t bother reading this. I had told Tristen yesterday to remind me to drink some juice her mom had brought us in the morning. I was sitting at my desk already drinking it while she was in the kitchen getting ready to make some coffee when she said something to me about drinking the juice. “That’s what I’m doing at this very moment,” I told her. “You don’t even need me,” she lamented. I got up, walked into the kitchen, turned her around from the Keurig by her waist and said, “You don’t ever get to say that.” Then we kissed like we …

Two Months In

or 7:30, 12, 4, 8:30 Tristen and I are now just over two months in as twin parents and I think we’re doing quite well. There are plenty of things that aren’t quite back to normal yet, but we’re doing well and the boys are doing well. We had the two-month checkup on Tuesday. Fawkes is 9.4 pounds and 21 inches while Phoenix is 9.6 pounds and 21.25 inches. Dr. Renton said that Phoenix will probably always be a little bit larger than Fawkes. (As an older brother who is noticeably shorter than his five-year younger brother, I think Fawkes will be okay.) So they’ve roughly doubled in size (weight, anyway) and they’re registering on the curve for non-premie babies already. …