They scream when I lay them down to change their diapers.
They wait until I look away, just for a moment, then fall – and then scream.
They choose to get hungry at the same time, so that one of them tears my heart out with their plaintive wails.
They rarely work around my schedule (!). We don’t make it very many places on time these days.
They poop, and poop, and then poop again.
They drool, oh gawd how they drool.
They fuss, and wail and cry for many many reasons.
And then. Then I lift them up into my arms, bend over them, kiss their heads, and breathe in the smell.