Monday, March 4, 2013


Spencer has an excellent sense of humor and he LOVES getting me to laugh. Tonight, as I was getting ready for bed, the usual happened: a baby cried. This is inevitable. It doesn't matter what time I choose to lay down. They sleep on a different floor, there is no routine "sound" that I've made yet. It's as though they hear my thoughts. And, lately, Spencer has been sharing more of the night-waking duties.  Twincy and Twinjay are NOT on board for that plan. They let him know, under no uncertain terms, that they are mad. Oh yes, 2am is not too early in their book to spend an hour protesting.

This evening, when I came back downstairs, I noticed the laptop was slightly open. Curiosity got the best of me, as Spencer must have banked on, so I took a peek. There was Spencer's message, filling the entire screen:

Dear Twins,

What did we ever do to you?


I am Ass-tired

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