They’re not twins, and the event wasn’t planned, but Superhero 1 and Superhero 2 share the same birthday.
People ask us all the time how we managed to deliver two babies on the same date exactly three years apart.
Count back nine months from April 4 and you’ll see that July 4th is an extremely important holiday in our home.
Fireworks outside, fireworks inside. Just call us patriotic.
We may have also made the mistake of telling Superhero 1 he could have “his baby” when he turned 3.
We just didn’t realize that God would hold us to our word EXACTLY when Super-Spouse was stuck on a broken-down plane in Germany and my water broke in the United States.
In the booth of a TGI Fridays.
While singing “Happy Birthday” to the boy who got a baby as his gift.
(Thank you, waitress at TGI Fridays, for rushing my order on that burger when I refused to leave the establishment without my lunch. We hope the generous tip my daddy offered as he helped wrap me in a trash bag and waddle me to the car made up for the inordinate amount of placenta we left at Table 9. Don’t worry. We will never, ever, ever be back again.)Read More