The twins are turning 8 on Tuesday, and I am feeling super nostalgic. I want to put the brakes on, and swoop back in time to when they were tiny toddlers. I may have hit my head, but I don’t remember it being that hard. Oh wait…it’s coming back now. It turns out twins do a lot of things together. Like vomit. And cry. And run in opposite directions.
But let’s forget all of that and think of the happy times, and all the joy and cuteness. Through the magic of photos I have the ability to do that to my memory – just as there’s no crying in baseball, there’s no screaming (that we can hear anyway) in photographs.
So now I am basically going to flood you with baby pictures of them: