Looks like this winter is turning out to be a dud. Uncharacteristically warm and very little snow. We haven't even had a reason to blow up the snow tubes. I realized the snow blower is boxed in by baby paraphanlia that needs to be given away, so it's probably a good thing there hasn't been snow to speak of. It was still a little cold today, but we wanted to get some pictures of the babies.
Austin with only one bruise on his forehead.
With Daddy.
David asked today what we're going to call the babies once their not babies anymore. He knows me and I'll call them my babies until their old and gray. I don't know, though. I haven't brought myself to refer to them as "the twins" yet. I don't know why. I guess they seem less like twins to me than two babies that happen to be the same age - if that makes any sense. I know I answer the question 10 times a week, "Are they twins?" (You wouldn't believe how often I get asked, "Are they identical?" !?!) But I can't call them The Twins. Maybe I'll get over it. Maybe I'll just resort to refering to them as "litter C" like David's older kids do.
