2- 1.5 beers=happy mommy. 2 beers=crappy mommy.
3- Extreme, life threatening danger lurks around every corner and is ready to strike at any given time. I've never in my life been so antsy, and terrified that something bad has or will happen to not only the babies, but everyone in my life. For instance: Power outage...Lara isn't home...she must have had an accident that caused the power outage. It's the only possible explanation, we better send out a search party to locate the wreckage.
3b- Every single solitary item intended for use by a baby includes the risk of strangulation. I dare you to find something that doesn't have a choking hazard included with it. I'm amazed we've all lasted this long.
4- Speaking of 4...that's how many hours I now consider a "good night's sleep"
5- The baby smiles. They are magic. Even when I've had only 4 hours of sleep and spent an additional 4 hours soothing crying babies, the second one of them flashes a gummy grin at me, I simultaneously melt and power up. A Hudson smile does more for me than 8 cups of coffee and 4 Red Bulls combined. If I could bottle it, I'd be a gojillionaire.
6- (Let's call this one "In Progress") My instincts are usually right. Upon hindsight, I can usually conclude that my gut instinct was correct. I should learn to trust it more often.
7- Boys and girls are inherently different. From the get go, you could tell that Sloane was the girl. There is something feminine about her. We treat them the exact same, but there is without a doubt one girl and two boys.
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