It was a surprise. Thirty-six years ago, I was full-term size at Thanksgiving. No baby. No baby. No baby. At Christmas the doctor ordered an x-ray. Surprise! Twins. New Year's Eve I started having some light labor pains. The neighbors next door invited me over for a party, but instead I went to bed. No baby(ies). Finally, the morning of the 5th, Ryan and Rachel decided it was the right time. And they were still the first baby(ies) of the year for Pacific Grove-Pebble Beach!
Happy birthday, my sweet, grown-up, stubborn, triple Capricorn kids!
Here they are, a few days later, with their fairy (or rather, fuzzy) godmother, Ziggy. She was the best guardian in the world, loved those two babies as if they were here own, fussed over them and screened all visitors for worth. However, after a few sleepless nights (it was pretty much round the clock feeding and diaper changing for several weeks initially), Ziggy decided she needed her sleep, and moved her bed down the hall.
I still have the braids, though somehow, mysteriously, they have turned grey.