This picture makes me smile. This wasn't just a family photo--this was life,
REAL LIFE--and a taste of what life felt like, at that time, was captured and I love to look at it and 'remember'.

There are not good memories connected to this picture, in fact, I don't think I remember those days at all, but that is why I love it because it helps me see that I survived and life is MUCH easier now. Those are not smiles on our faces, they are looks of acceptance. Emma was in her usual state during those days--half dressed, frustrated. The babies were in their usual state--one screaming, one sleeping ( there was always someone crying ). I am holding on to many pregnancy pounds, haven't had a shower in...ahh....'shower, what's a shower?", my clothes are full of spit-up, Kevin and I are just getting by, with him on 3 hrs of sleep and sleep for me....
hmmmm, sleep, I don't think I remember that word back then. (Next time I decide to have twins, please remind me to live within at least 2 1/2 hours of knowing at least 1 person...that would have helped)

It is good to be on the other side...Time to finish enjoying my day!