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I never know if I'm spelling "cleaver" or "clever" when I'm writing "clever" so I have to write it both ways to make sure I've picked the right spelling. Don't want to mess that up on this since this is one of the top read blogs by the Pregnant Posse and the Obama Campaign.

Most people tell me that they've either a) always wished they were a twin or b) always wished they had given birth to twins. It's interesting because I've never had anyone tell me that they wish they could have 2 or 3 hours of sleep every night for four weeks straight. And I've also never heard anyone say that they wish they could have shared a Rubbermaid crate with another baby when they too were an infant. The idea of twins is quite romanticized. I give John and Kate Plus Eight a lot of credit from removing those rose-colored multiples glasses from my eyes.

Not that having twins isn't the best thing ever. It totally is. But it's also the hardest thing ever. Not just for the sleep deprivation but also because I find that I have a lot less free time than ever before. However, the cool thing is that I've also gained the grace to deal with it. God is great that way.

So yeah, we have the babies sleeping in a Rubbermaid container. I know it sounds crazy and also cheap and maybe a little irresponsible but I assure you, it really isn't. They slept in plastic containers in the NICU. The containers were called something fancy but let's be real here - they were plastic containers. We priced Moses baskets at Babies R Us the day Patagie came home. $120 on sale. TONS o' MONEY for a basket that you can also buy at Michael's for $10.99 (cheaper if you have the 40% off coupon).

So, by 11pm April 28th (the day our precious baby girl was released from the hospital) John (did I mention that he's a very crafty genius) had made her a Moses basket all by himself out of a true basket that we had been storing diapers in. It's a lovely basket - very soft and sturdy and large.

Unfortunately we had only one. So John bought two identical Rubbermaid containers from Target the next day. He made a mattress out of firm foam. We dropped the mattress into a waterproof pillow cover and then dropped that into a pillow case. Perfection. Our boy settled into that bed nicely. We're waiting until Miss Patagie outgrows her basket and then the plan is to put her into her own Rubbermaid. But for now the cool thing is that during our waking hours, they can sometimes share Pootie's container. It's adorable and what a commercial for Rubbermaid. Anyone know them? We'll be spokespersons.

The babies are growing really fast. Pootie is big now, probably at 8 or 9 lbs and Patagie is between 7 and 8. Pootie has a head the size of a cantaloupe. It's gargantuan. Patagie has Disney-Princess-sized eyes. They're enormous and blue and lovely. We're so blessed.

And can I just say that I love going out in public with them. I love all the attention they (and I) get. I hear a lot of "Ohhhhh are they twins." It's fun.

One last thing that is too funny not to mention. The other day John said to me, "I'm so tired of people asking me if twins run in our family. The next time someone asks me that I'm going to say, 'No they don't. We just had sex twice that night.'"