The muppets have been rather fussy this past week. Yesterday was the dÃ©nouement (I hope). Our morning passed in a blur of â€œHold me, hold meâ€ and random freak-outs. When they were being held, they wanted to squirm away. When I put them on the floor, they whined to be held.
Breakfast was interrupted when the poop started. Even big boy food wasnâ€™t soothing yesterdayâ€™s malaise. Destroy was flinging food left and right in his â€œAll Doneâ€ motion. But the moment his tray was clear, he would look me squarely in the eye and announce, â€œMa,â€ followed by the sign for more. He would look down at his empty tray and scream out of frustration.
Then the smell hit me. Cooper didnâ€™t even bother to shake off the pieces of nectarine and soggy half-chewed Cheerios from himself before relocating himself to the garage. (Note: raspberries and bananas are a mushy messy breakfast combination, but man â€“ can that concoction catch some air.)
Suddenly Search grinned. I scooped him up and turned to plonk his brother down on the ground to wait for his turn at the changing station. It became rapidly apparent that this was going to be a dual diaper change.
Itâ€™s worthwhile to note that neither muppet will sit still â€“ each completely fascinated by what his brother is doing. And despite a living room filled to the brim with toys, a used diaper was the most interesting thing in the world.
Well, it was bath night anyway. You never would have known that I wasnâ€™t right there in the tub with them. They have discovered splashing. But once the warm bath novelty wore off, the screaming began anew. I heard the door shut upstairs. It didnâ€™t look like Dad was going to get to sleep in.
â€œOooo!â€ cooed the 20-something barista. â€œIâ€™ve always wanted twins! I bet itâ€™s a lot easier since they have each other to play with! And look! Theyâ€™re so well behaved. Ooooo! Look â€“ heâ€™s smiling at me. Theyâ€™re such little heartbreakers. Are they always this good?â€
â€œOmigod, theyâ€™re so cute! Did you want whipped cream on your drink?â€ the barista continued?
The question, â€œHow do you do it with two?â€ has never made sense to me. Million dollar miracle muppet multiples are all I know. But I cannot imagine raising our little dudes without their amazing father.
Last year was technically Jonâ€™s first Fatherâ€™s Day. The muppets were a scant 3 weeks old and quite a distance from their eventual homecoming. Theyâ€™ve grown up so much this past year. As they start to look more like little boys instead of the tiny babies they once were, itâ€™s a privilege to come home to my giddy guys after a fun-filled educational day at Daddy Day Care.
For the inquiring minds curious as to how we celebrated Dadâ€™s awesomeness, the muppets woke up at 7:15 a.m. and remained relatively calm. When Jon woke up at 3 p.m., he smiled. â€œAll I wanted for Fatherâ€™s Day was sleep. And I did.â€
In the wise words of Destroy, â€œMa!â€ (Weâ€™re all looking forward to the fun of many more years to come.)