1st Day of School

Going back to work today reminded me that I probably, as long as I am in public school systems, will not get to see my girls go to school on any of their first days. And that sucks a lot. It makes me sad. I guess I will have to ramp up the efforts of being a college professor by the time my girls are ready for kindergarten.

SO anyway

Having two babies at home is a lot of work. Not bad work mind you, just a lot. This is the first summer of my working life that I have not had a paid job during the summer. But, it isn't like I sat around all summer (only part of it, Yankees games and all). This two month period has been unreal. Unreal in it's speed, really it's August already, shit, and it's challenges. 3 hours of sleep, bring it the fuck on, crying babies for no apparent reason, old hat son. But also unreal because I have my babies at home. People say the grow up so fast and they really do. It's crazy. Penny and Katie are three months old already. They have doubled in weight and size. They smile at me. They get happy when I sing to them, thanks Ben Harper. They calm down when I pick them up or talk to them. Now all of these things are cliched, I know that. I read about them in the few chapters of the baby books I flipped through. But goddamn. It's honest. It's truly honest work like no other. I love it. Even when I curse as I get out of bed. Even when I am interupted during whatever. I love it. I love them. I see these people on TLC and similar networks saying that they never knew what real love was like until they looked into the eyes of their child. Well, I call bullshit. If you have to convince yourself that you love your kids then you probably did something wrong. I didn't feel any life altering change when I saw my girls. I simply felt right. No flowery speeches or phony tears, just a feeling of right. That may sound pretentious and I don't intend it to be so. If you read this and you said that shit, good for you. Different strokes.
All that being said, I intend to update more frequently. Now that work is starting and I can get on a somewhat regular schedule I can try.

Helloooooooooooooooooo Babies!

My girls are home. Finally you are both here. After a birthday, May 21st, and an extended stay in the NICU, typical for twins, you are both home and safe. And holy shit are you two cute as could be. Now I can resume the blog on a regular note. I am a happy daddy!

Godmother!

Now let me preface this by saying that while I have been to church and do have faith, I do not really agree with the concept of organized religion. I think it is a wonderful idea that has had a bunch of greedy, self serving individuals ruin it for the world at large. And that it a shame, truly.
That aside, you now have a Godmother. And it is Aunt Paulyn. She is awesome. There was never any doubt as to who would be the godmother. Your mom and I believe that the title is honorary, given to someone who is special to the mother and father. And Aunt Paulyn is special to the both of us. I have known her my whole life, your mom has known her a few years. But she knew, right away, that Aunt Paulyn would be the choice. She said so after she first met her. Aunt Paulyn made that strong of an impression. Not only is she an extremely kind and caring woman, she is very funny and very genuine. And she is a Yankees fan, never hurts. Her genuine nature is what is most fantastic. She is so full of life and just general goodness. She has this aura that makes you want to talk and laugh with her and that is pretty special.
Perhaps the most important part of her being godmother is that it means something to her. To her, it is a special thing that we have decided to ask her to be a part of. She is now officially part of your lives. We made a damn fine choice.
You know when we asked her she said she wanted to call Dave, her husband who had just passed away. ( A man by the way who was every bit the amazing, genuine person Aunt Paulyn is). She said that if she told him that we had asked her he would have simply replied, "Yup." We couldn't agree more.

S&T - Where the Wild Things Are

For the very first show and tell I had to make it Where the Wild Things Are. And not because this is my all time favorite book (it's not), but because the book is really quite good and the movie looks amazing.


I cannot help but get a smile on my face when I see that. It looks so perfect. Like it captures the feel of the book exactly. The track that plays in the trailer is by Arcade Fire and while I am not a huge fan of theirs, it fits this rather well. I am taken aback by how great the monsters look. AND James Gandolfini is doing one of the voices. He is a very good actor who gets relegated to "bad guy" roles because he looks like a badass. Make no mistake, this movie will be fantastic. But, we will only see it after we read the book. Thems the rules.

Show and Tell

This will be the section of my blog where I jot down the things that I want to share with both of you. This will basically serve two functions. It will give me a bit of practice writing a regular blog and it will serve as a running record of me. And by regular blog I meant that while we all like to operate under the guise of being a unique snowflake, we are all the same. Deep down, we all belong to one group or another. Most of us, if we are honest with ourselves, not only belong to one group, we belong to several and wish we could belong to more.
ANYWAY, I plan on updating this a lot. The posts will be shorter than my usual rants but they will have pics and videos. Should be cool. Starting later today.

Peek A Boo

I see you. Or rather, I did. We went for another 4D ultrasound and the pics came out so much better. You were there. You had real faces. That seems like a weird thing to type and it is. But, it's true. I could see what each of you will look like. And you are pretty damn cute if you ask me! You ladies have chubby cheeks... sort of. But they are there. I can see them. It's awesome. I know all babies are cute. They are made this way so that the rest of the world will continue to reproduce even after they have had a hellish experience at a restaurant or on an airplane with a screeching child. And I do mean screeching. It never seems to be regular old crying. ANYWAY, I know babies are cute but the two of you are really cute (well cute if we were British). I'm talking ads for products cute. And that raises the question of whether or not I would even consider letting you be in adverts. I'm not sure if I would or not. We will have to see.
I started a flickr page for you. www.flickr.com/photos/tdtwins.
This way the rest of the family can see photos of you and of mommy and her growing belly. While I'm at it, I might as well start a twitter account, a youtube account, a facebook account, and whatever else gets popular. I'll link it all together and have one big footprint for my girls. I actually really like that idea and I will look into it. For now, the flickr is up and will be updated as soon as we get photos to put there.
I really love the fact that your family, spread out as they are, will be able to see you. That is just awesome. It was not like that when I was a kid. So much of my childhood and the childhood's of my generation were spent with only certain members of the family. Now, your family in Florida, New Jersey, Texas, Colorado, Utah, and if I ever get back in touch with them, you family in Cuba and Holland can be a part of your lives and watch you grow. And I am excited to watch what happens next.