Scooting Dervishes

Our little ones are army crawling and rolling all over the floor. It's amazing and exciting seeing how these little guys have completely transformed in just 10 1/2 months.

Peter and Benjamin chasing me as I try to snap their picture.

Sweet Benjamin

The first year of a baby's life is amazing, and the first year of our twins' lives has been pretty fabulous. It truly has. Having these two little boys join our family at the same time has felt like a miracle to me, and I haven't wanted to dwell on any difficulties at all. Because things really have been much easier than I anticipated. But since we've moved into a new area and are going with a whole new group of people to church and a whole new community at the elementary school, I'm coming to see myself through the eyes of strangers. These people are only coming to know the post-twins Hillary, and I'm realizing something about myself.

Having 5 kids has kind of kicked my butt.

I don't remember things like I should. My house isn't as organized and clean as it should be. I don't always get ready for the day like I should. (Still having not put on a bra at 4:00 in the afternoon is not OK. And to do this while lactating for two babies is REALLY not OK. Unexpected visitors at the door have been scarred I'm sure.) And clearly, I have not been mopping my floor like I should. Does anything draw better attention to the cleanliness of your floors than a crawling baby? Our babies are sliding on their bellies pushing and pulling themselves along with feet and hands. A  onesie that once was white but now is grey with a mixture of dirt and spit is this mother's indictment. Until these babies are walking, I will be obsessed with the state of the floor. As I'm sure you all know, that's just how it is when you have a crawler. To introduce the family to our new emphasis, I thought I'd let the babies do the talking. We've left a note on the front door.

Dear Family,

Now that we are crawling and sliding all around the house 

like scooting dervishes, 

everything that gets tracked in and spilled on the floor 

ends up on our bellies and hands 
and in our mouths. 

So, unless you've been walking around in 

mashed bananas and peas, 

(Seriously. Yum.)  

please remove your shoes on the rug inside. 

We will reward you with smiles and giggles. 

Thanks so much,

Peter and Benjamin