Daddy's Night Again

Last night the Missus worked late again, but the twins and I made it through just fine.

Tessa cried a little bit when I put Adam to bed; not because she missed the boy, but because she was hungry and wanted to be fed now. I was concerned about using the nebulizer with her--usually it's a two person job--but since I waited until she was really sleepy, it worked out fine.

Adam is now getting on "all fours." He rocks himself back and forth like he's revving himself up. Once he works out how to move his hands and feet together, he's going to be crawling like a madman. Does anyone know where I can buy a load of foam rubber? I'd like to plaster it all around the family room so he doesn't hurt himself.

People at work have been asking me if the twins are ready for Christmas. Sadly, they still have no idea. I can't wait until they get into it, but for now they are happy just to be fed, have clean diapers, and to fall asleep. Actually, that would make anyone happy, wouldn't it?