I held my sister’s baby when he was six months old and my dad said, “Aren’t they so sweet at this age?”
“I don’t remember this age, dad,” I said.
It was half true and half not true. I forgot a lot of it because I had twins and was so exhausted simply breathing, eating, and showering (with crying babies within constant arm’s reach) that the burden of trying to remember any of it weighed heavier than the diaper genie after 20 diapers a day. Heavier than lugging two car seats plus double diaper bag plus groceries for this double-breastfeeding-half-starved mother.
So, in order not to forget the things I might have forgotten, I wrote them down. I still write them down when they come in fading flashes as today my twins now turn 13 (evidenced in the old, out-of-date photos below).
Here are the moments mothers of twins will never forget.