How?

How do moms of newborns have time to blog? Am I missing something?

Harry is crying. I need to go pick him up.

Just wanted to say hi.

Hi.

Speaking of Harry, he didn't get the memo. That he's a twin. Not an only child. Oh he's fine, as long as he's on your chest or nursing. Kind of hard to do this constantly, when there are three others.

The constant crying/needs/demands of twins, I admit, makes me feel like a crummy mom. As a mother, your instinct is to comfort. With two, sometimes you can't. You only have so many hands.

But when he looks up at you with those little old man/old soul eyes, you have to smile. Everything is going to be fine.

I know that I need to lower my standards. "Fold Laundry" needs to be all that I accomplish. Also keeping all four children alive and fed and safe is a big one. If that is the case at the end of the day I should feel good, right?

Lowering my standards would make my life so much easier. It's hard for me though. I'm a doer. And a worrier. Are the kids having fun? Are they bored? Do they resent the babies? Are the babies crying too much? Eating enough? Stimulated? (Are one-month olds supposed to be stimulated? I'm awful about tummy time, that much I know). Gah. I know, SHUT UP. Enjoy this time.

In other news, we have a new soundtrack around here.

The big kids love "Harry's Song." And of course, Ellie is a fan of Lucy's (it is, after all, her favorite band).

The other night we had a little impromptu dance party during dinner with our new songs and our new babies and things felt, for a moment, kind of normal.