As a parent of twins… there are days you really wish you had four arms.
And then there are mornings like today… when you wish you had eight.
2 boys.
3 spit-ups.
1 dirty bib.
1 new outfit.
1 nasty vomit that landed right in poor Hayden’s face 🙁
1 frantic dad trying to find his aspirator to finish cleaning him up.
Yup, eight arms would have been nice this morning…. that and an extra 45 minutes.
Of course it could always be worse…
