Sorry kids, no feet.

I'm way behind on my writing. Mainly because our life has been pleasantly boring. We've spent a lot of time outside. A lot of time reading. A lot of time sitting around doing absolutely nothing. It's been fantastic.

Today's adventure- celebrating a birthday. My twins are eight today. It has only hit them in the last three days that we won't be doing any of the things we would normally do for their birthday. Suddenly there is all kinds of anxiety and worry. 

"Do I still get presents?"

"Do we still get cake?"

"Can we do something fun?"

"Do grandma and grandpa get to come over?"

Yes. Yes. Yes. And sorry babies, no. 

These two spent the first month of their lives confined to a tiny plastic box. Mom and dad were the only people allowed to see them. After they were released from NICU, we spent the better part of the next two - three months confined to the house with just their sister. Never in my wildest dreams did I think we would spend another day shut away from the world. Yet here we are. Life's strange.