On Monday, I met Maxwell Theodore. He wasn’t even two weeks old. I was kind of afraid of hurting him since it’s been so long since I’ve held a newborn. He was so light and little and moved his arms around in funny positions. I also finally learned what this “Boppy” thing was. I am now a fan.

(What I’m thinking: “I wonder if your parents will notice if I run away with you…”)

On Friday, I met my name twin, Jack William. He’s a little older than a month and was really alert. I like to think he was recognizing me after hearing my voice nearly every day for six months.

(left: An undeniable connection. right: Raising the roof.)

I loved all the little noises Jack made while he wiggled around. I can’t be for certain, but I’m pretty sure he asked me to be his best friend and mentioned that he wants me to come over and play a lot. Our first order of business will be choreographing dance moves to one of his favorite songs, “Party in the USA” by Miley Cyrus.