Tonight at only 8PM (when we were both wide awake), the following conversation occurred:
Me: Which side for Alex?
Striker: Alex is on the right.
Me: Ok. (Begins nursing)
Striker: (reviewing the log again) oops, I screwed up.
Me: (peering over at the log) Um, Babe? This is Alex, not Tony...did you write that on the wrong side?
Striker: Oh, we're good!
Me: (sigh) (laugh)
Striker: Blog?
At least he knew what was coming :)
6 comments:
I always used a scruncie and moved from wrist to wrist to remember which was the correct side.
Blue scruncie for Alex, black for Tony :)
I get a kick out of reading your post. We saw the embryologist yesterday and the first thing she asked was, "what do think about having twins?" I thought my husband was going to pass out. Good times and thanks for the laughs.
I did the scrunchie thing and it worked great for one.
Poor Striker. I could see it still being confusing with twins. Who's blue who is black??
Eventually you just feed the hungry one with the bigger boob.
you should probably just embroider all their clothes with their names :)
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