Sharks are scary. Spiders are scary. Having to bend down in a pair of slim-fit pants after a month of unhealthy eating is scary.
Having twins is scarier.
I have no idea how this whole parenting thing will work. I’m already struggling to fit work, church, friends, family, a dog, blogging, Oreos, “rapping,” sleeping, and exercise into my schedule. I’m not sure how we’re going to make it with two babies added into the mix. I’m also clueless about this parenting thing, which my wife pointed out when I suggested that we could take babies Luke and Leia on a backpacking trip to Europe this summer.
Oh, and I’ve never changed a diaper.
In short, I don’t know much about parenting, but I do know this:
1. I have a little bit of a clothes and shoes addiction. My desire for our kids to be supa’ fly isn’t helping. You should buy stock in Nike and Converse because I’m going to make those companies a lot richer over the next few years.
Oh, and Adidas too. THEY MAKE TRACK SUITS FOR BABIES!
2. I sometimes think that it’s crazy to believe in God. Some mornings I read the Bible and it doesn’t make sense. I sometimes dream about sleeping in on Sundays instead of waking up early to go to church. But when I hear the sounds of those babies’ heartbeats, feel them kick my hand, and see their tiny little hearts pumping on a sonogram screen, my faith is unshakeable.
3. A number of people have sent me a video of two twin babies hugging each other. Those will NOT be our babies. First, the music in that video is terrible. Second, our babies are not doing much hugging. The dude likes to chill and suck his thumb. The girl likes to dance around and punch her brother in the head. Napoleon will protect you in a few months, Baby Luke!
It turns out that Luke loves bling and Leia rocks Chucks.
4. No, we’re not naming our kids Luke and Leia (although it was briefly discussed). We’re 90% sure about the names, but can still be swayed with large stacks of cash and/or Oreos. Britney and Justin are currently our top choices. Erin and Aaron are close behind.
5. No, that’s not true either.
6. Having a baby is really humbling. I am unworthy of such a blessing. I’m thankful that God’s grace and blessings don’t work that way.
7. I’m sick of all the pink and blue stuff. The people who make baby gear should be a lot more creative and not lazily fall into gender stereotypes.
8. I love design, colors, and painting. I’m stoked to craft a ridiculous nursery. In the world of kiddy v. classy, we’re opting for the latter. Thus, the Star Wars Legos will be staying in the living room.
9. Amanda shot down my idea of painting the nursery walls hot pink and/or purple and then decorating them with neon graffiti. Although that would not have been “classy,” it would have been awesome.
10. This whole baby thing has been a powerful reminder about the miracle of life. When we first heard the news, the little babies were the size of poppy seeds (although we thought it was just one poppy seed back then). Now they are so much bigger and have hearts, faces, brains, fingers, toes, and emotions. Those same organs will hopefully be rocking out for the next 100 years. Not only could we see their little hearts beating at our last doctor appointment, but we could see the valves inside their hearts pumping and the blood flowing through their ever-growing bodies. Like the Backstreet Boys’ “Millenium” album, it was incredible. Their complex genetic makeup, personalities, and destinies all started with two tiny poppy seeds. All of it makes me desperately wish I was a scientist.
11. The weekly “your baby is the size of XYZ fruit/vegetable” update creeps me out.
12. When I first heard that we were having twins, I was shocked. Then I laughed. Then I was terrified. Now, I can’t imagine it going down any other way. Unsurprisingly, that’s how life often works. Yo.