Before the babies came, I thought I was totally prepared. I had my cloth diapers washed and folded. My Dr. Sears Baby Book was ready and waiting in the living room. I had even read it.
And then the babies were here.
The diapers got dirty.
And Dr. Sears wasn't here to help at 3am.
Sometimes it seems like perhaps I'm better suited to just getting really crazy good at Bejeweled Blitz on Facebook.
But you know what? I think these babies kind of like me.
And maybe I don't need to know what I'm doing all the time. Maybe that's not even all that important.
This is my family. I get to figure it out.