Here's Looking at You, Kids

Frick and Frack were extra fussy so, since I was all alone, I maneuvered them both onto my chest and skillfully administered double burp pats on their backs. After some successful burping, they both lifted their heads up and looked at me. They were awake; their eyes wide open. It was a fantastic moment, both my children looking at me, looking at their dad. I realize that they probably couldn't really see me--their eyes aren't developed enough yet and they most likely just saw a blob of light and shadow. But I felt a connection with my kids I'd never felt before. I also felt this huge weight of responsibility for these two lives crush down upon me. I almost felt like yelling: "Stop looking at me!" It's probably a good thing the kids can't see too well; they missed their dad freaking out.