12 weeks

Tomorrow I head back to work. It seems too soon in some ways, but at the same time September 28 seems like several lifetimes ago. Last night Dane and I finished all our chores, fed the babies, cooked and ate dinner, then sat quietly and watched the second half of Shackelton. After weeks and weeks of scrambling, a sudden calm. It was almost like we knew what we were doing.

I'm belatedly putting together our Christmas letter, and looking through the pictures has really emphasized how much thing have changed in the last three months.

This is September 28:



Five days later:



And here's last Thursday:



I never thought of our experience with the twins birth as particularly traumatic -- we were incredibly fortunate. But looking back, I'm glad to be on this side of it all. And I'm really, really glad to be able to sleep in 6 hour chunks. Happy solstice, everyone!