...And Regression.

So, just when I think we had this thing down, and the universe was going to let us sleep. Mother nature tossed us a whopping mushroom stamp. The girls have again decided that waking up semihourly is a great idea. The articles I've read say it might be because they move in their sleep and wake themselves up, or it could be a developing social awareness, driving them to desire cuddle time.

I tend to think they're just messing with us. I don't want to set up an adversarial relationship where Abby and I are a coalition against The Twin Federation, but that's how it seems; at 3:42 AM, when you were up at 1:27 and will be again at 4:44. It's an endeavor of loving attrition. We're doing our best to hold the lines, and sleep in the foxhole between marching and fighting. But they are growing in power, size and force of personality.

Fun note: Julia has learned a new cry. It combines all the best aspects of a scream, a dog whistle and a squeaky toy.





Like this but instead of cow, it's full of rage.






Harper figured out she can save her poop up for about 4 days before the dams burst. At which point, the evil flowing from her rear was described as "looking like peeling open a peanut butter and jelly sandwich."

Also, Julia had something going on called "Baby Neck Cheese." I shit you not. It's a real thing, and I guess it's common. We also thought everyone had worms, but it was just a weird poop.