Did I ever tell you what Seth said to me the first time he saw me and the twins in the hospital? He looked at me a little funny and said, "Sooooo, are you still pregnant or what?" I laughed, but then a few days later he said, "Soooo, mom. I have a suggestion. I think it would be a good idea if you started exercising again," it wasn't funny anymore.
Michael gets more junk mail than anyone I've ever met. The catalogs of surgical instruments, requests for donations from alumni, professional journals and continuing education advertisements fill our mailbox up to the brim daily. I can't wait to direct all that stuff to his office!
People keep asking, so I'll tell you all . . . Michael and I haven't mixed up the twins. I think each of them has a very distinct look about them. Evelyn's facial features are smaller (except her nose) than Amelia's, and Amelia has more hair. I painted Amelia's toenails to appease Alice, but so far I've only become confused about who is who when I'm very very very very tired. The good news is, most of the time I'm only very very tired instead of very very very very tired, so the confusion is minimal.
Alice lost another tooth. That child is not going to be able to chew her food if some permanent teeth don't grow in soon. She is currently missing five (including a molar we had pulled and replaced with a spacer to make room for her other teeth), with another two on their way out. The tooth fairy couldn't find her tooth under her pillow last night (her baby teeth are the itsy bitsiest things you ever saw) and so now we are vacuuming with great care so Alice can recover it and get her dollar. I'm sure if she just left a note to the fairy explaining the whole situation, she'd understand and leave the dollar anyway.
