Are you kidding me? This is too cute.

Eva Saracino everyone. I can tell that she's going to be trouble.

Olivia and I have had Leo and Eva exactly one week. The routine with raising twins is aboslutely ridiculously insane, to say the least, and this has not been easy. Besides the constant sterilization, feeding every three hours, changing, diaper buying, vaseline applications, and cuddling, there is little time for sleep. I have been attempting to do the night shifts, so as to allow my wife to take a bit of a break here and there, because she is also attempting to maintain her precious milk supply by pumping after every feed. She's got it a bit more difficult. Have I gone slightly insane? Yes. No doubt about it. I actually looked in the mirror one night, and started to cry because I had just woken up as a result of our cell phone alarm clock screaming in my ear, and was startled awake with the knowledge that I had been beautifully nestled in a state of absolute blissful sleep. The actual state of this sleep was so good, that I think the last time I had experienced something comparable to what I am attempting to describe was as far back as grade 7 or something. I actually think I heard "Dreamweaver" while I was dozing, and preparing for no doubt would have been an awesome dream. To keep me awake, I put the television on, and watch either A&E or TBS. These two stations really have the only things worth watching late at night. One night I found myself smakc dab in the middle of "Under Siege", with a french version of "Predator" on channel 11. Since I was feeding a child with one hand, I couldn't toggle between the two, and as a result, began to curse, which made me feel guilty, because I was saying the F word in front of my daughter and she wasn't even 2 weeks old.

Another night, before a 2 a.m. feed, I can tell you that I found myself playing catch the projectile poo with multiple Huggies wet wipes. Imagine a stream of baby poo, flying through the air, and me catching some with one hand, while grabbing another wet wipe with the other in an effort to create more surface area to catch it. Repeat this about 7 times, and you can get a visual of exactly what I was doing at our changetable for almost 9 minutes. My daughter just wore her toque, pictured above, and contently smiled.