Three Years Ago

…Sam and Ellie were Nate’s age. I remember them crying a lot. I remember Ellie could sit up, but Sam could not. I remember Sam realized that and didn’t like it one bit. Nate also can’t sit up, but he doesn’t realize he can’t. And he doesn’t mind this one bit.

…the twins ate rice cereal at dinner every night. Our kitchen at 6 pm resembled a Gerber plant explosion.

…our kids went to bed at six-thirty (twins) and seven-thirty (catie). Three years later, this is the bedtime they still need. But for the sake of not being the strange family, we do a seven o’clock bedtime for the twins and eight o’clock for Catie. Oh, and nine for me. Love that.

…I was waking up at 5 am to write a book that was never published. Now, three years later, I’m okay it wasn’t published. I’m still waiting to get back into that early, early morning routine. Maybe more coffee?

…M and I were emerging from WE HAD TWINS, AND THEY ROCKED OUR WORLD fog. Or maybe we’re still emerging from that fog. Or maybe we’re still in it…and maybe that is why Nate’s birth didn’t rock our world with quite the same intensity. More peace this time, less rocking.

…my kids let me dress them alike.

…I wore shirts that clashed with my kids’.

…I looked a lot younger.