How Do You Do It?

I have twins. That's TWO babies at the SAME TIME.  Holy Moley.

Whenever we leave our house we seem to meet various inquisitive strangers who want to know all about the girls and of course their question for me is... "How do you do it?"

The obvious answer is- You just do it. But, I thought it might be fun to blog about the literal ins and outs of our twin baby life and just tell you how we do it.

I have SO much respect for all the moms out there. Moms with a first baby. Moms with a second baby and a toddler. Moms with a third baby a toddler and a bigger toddler. All challenging scenarios in their own right. Also, single parent moms. I really want to know how they do it. Mostly because my first "how" is not a "how" but a "who".

"How she does it" number one: This guy. The only Brunk in our family who doesn't mind their name being rhymed with hunk. (ironic? I think not.)

 

This guy has serious guts and heart.

These girls have a pretty cool Dad. He often hilarious with the jokes. He is fairly committed to guitar playing time (where the girls get their own personal concert while sitting in their bumbo chairs).

When it comes to guts he is the reason we are actually using the cloth diapers we bought (I was so overwhelmed at first but he got us all sorted out and now we are successful cloth diaper-ers).

He got us out to the grocery store our very first time post babies. I was scared to go and worried they would cry. He had a great idea- if the babies start crying, we can just leave! (Of course they didn't cry at all.)  Pretty gusty.

He's all about taking walks and going places and having fun. So much guts.

When it comes to heart, the examples are plentiful.  Besides all the mega important but boring stuff like listening to me and doing chores around the house, he still takes me on dates. He puts up with me being neurotic (this could go in both categories, actually). He does one of the night feedings so I can get some sleep too. He washes bottles before he goes to work. He runs diapers through the laundry. He gives the babies baths so I can go to yoga.

And when it comes to nursing, he's my biggest fan (besides my Lactation Consultant) He constantly reminded me that it "wasn't my fault" when I wasn't producing enough milk. He always encourages me in my continued efforts to nurse and he even lets me know that he'll support me whenever we are ready to stop nursing.

So maybe that's super cheesy. And maybe it's a little obvious. But this hunk is my number one how.

How she does it number two.  Hmmm...Also a who!

Now that our miracle helper flow of grandparents has faded we strongly rely on our Denver "family" friends. I'm surrounded by generous and lovely friends who come rescue me when I put out the "my babies have been non-stop crying all day" SOS...who wash bottles...clean my kitchen...walk with me...take the babies to the park so I can have a break or take a shower...listen to me talk on the phone about the same things I talked about the day before...who babysit for free... who read this silly little blog.

Those large hearted folk who don't think we're lame just because we stay home after 6pm... who jump at the chance to go to dinner with us when we get a babysitter (and put up with our tired and cranky selves)...who don't bat an eye when they see me wearing the same clothes for the third day in a row.

I don't know how I'd do it without them.  I'd probably be trapped beneath my bed. Greasy haired and slobbering. I'd probably be crying because I spent all my money buying sweatpants online. I'd probably be so hungry I'd have to pick my own nose. All I know is, it would be ugly.

As I find my new identity as a parent- they help me remember who I am. (just in case I forget).

Here we are at at the end of this post and I realize I did not meet my original intentions of sharing the nitty gritty of life with twins. I'm actually surprised that my top two how's were actually who's.

And maybe I'm not really surprised after all.

I guess I'll just have to reveal my amazing twin mom secrets in another post. Aren't you just on the edge!?