The Twinkies

Not that I’ve mentioned it in a while because this is about the incredible wonderfulness that is twin motherhood where the joy never stops and I dance around the house singing, in key, all day but I have been working on that whole photography business thing in between that motherhood gig and not beating Brian with a wooden spoon because, after all, he is an invalid now and his slow response time makes him an unfair target.

Speaking of motherhood, we had a tickle fest the other night. At bedtime I ignored all sleep book admonitions to spend the hour before bedtime in quiet, mellow activities and tickled the children while they shrieked and giggled. I would “walk” my fingers along the floor to them saying, “The tickle monster is coming to get you,” and they would laugh and laugh. When I was exhausted, as no adult can keep up with two toddlers, I said, “OK, it’s time to start calming down and getting ready for bed” and F walked up to me and replied, “No. Tickle tickle tickle,” while wiggling her fingers in my face.

I bought her off with boob juice.

What was I saying about the photography business? Oh, yes. I’m getting ready to move out past those free mom’s club shoots and try to attract actual PAYING customers. I understand from my vast reading in business textbooks (ahem) that most prosperous companies manage to line those up.

F announced “poopy” after her bath, went and sat on her potty and peed in it.

She threw up on me in the morning. She’s better now.

You know, that one who is getting attention for nursing her 8-year-old at the mall? What’s the cut off when you stop being normal and move into freak?

And, now that you are resisting the urge to tell me that I am already in the freak zone ¹ here’s a cartoon to amuse you.

¹ And, yes, I’ve had at least one person who pretended to be super supportive of the twin breast-feeding call me a freak show behind my back. Oops on my finding that out.

And, yes, he did go down that slide. They both did.

I have more but I am too tired and sick to process them. Maybe later.