How long do you intend to keep this blog going?

I don't know. Frankly, once the girls got home from the NICU, the major reason for blogging went out the window. The girls have now been home for three weeks, and yet I still find myself answering the question, "How are the girls doing?" with the galactically stupid response, "They're at home." For the longest time it was the single most important thing, but that's going to be some pretty stale news when I'm still answering the same way when they're 12.

And now that they've been home a while, I've had to be very careful to avoid insulting people's intelligence by posting about typical newborn stuff, which many of you already know all about. I have enough trouble being a pompous ass, and telling a bunch of people that having a newborn at home is "incredibly hard but ultimately rewarding" could very well cause some kind of rift in the space-time continuum and create a black hole of pomposity, ending all life on this planet. I've tried to avoid that, because I'm a giver.

This means that I've tried to restrict my posts to things that are or were surprising to me, which was my way of focusing solely on the twin experience and not rehashing the baby experience. It doesn't take a lot of imagination to guess that caring for twin infants is a lot like caring for one infant, and then immediately doing it again. And this is never going to turn into one of those every-bottle-every-poop kind of besotted parent blogs.

So, if you find yourself visiting Bambine al Dente and thinking to yourself, "I wonder what's going on now," and there aren't any posts that answer that question, just mentally visualize the caring for one infant, and then mentally walk though all the same steps again. In return, I'll promise to post new observations as they come to me.

Finally, I'll leave you with a bona fide twin observation: The task of holding two swaddled infants at the same time, while very cute in concept, is in reality substantially more uncomfortable and difficult than holding one. It requires more than twice the muscle exertion and coordination. It leaves your arms tired. If you're on the couch and have two babies on your chest and the phone rings, you were pretty much screwed before the phone even rang, so don't even try to stand up. If you stop by and want to hold them both at the same time as a bizarre photo op, feel free, but even the experts struggle with the execution of very basic maneuvers while holding two infants, so somewhat like quicksand, it's best to remain perfectly calm and still until someone comes to your rescue.