When I first got pregnant with Soleil, I hoped for twins. It had been two long years of fertility issues and I had no clue if I would ever get pregnant again. In fact, we started calling the pregnancy "Mr. Peabody and his pet boy Sherman". After 6 weeks, we could finally get a peek and it came down to "Mr. Peabody". We changed that to "Peabody" later on in case she was a girl.

Yesterday, I got my wish of twins. Am I pregnant? Hell no, you would have to pay me far too much money to ever go through pregnancy again.

Yesterday, both of my girls came home with a black left eye! Yes! (fist pump).

Luna actually did hers first on Saturday by goofing off and falling from the couch directly onto the coffee table. Solid oak supports. Damn the solid oak. Damn you all to hell! Anyway, she has had a nice shiner.

Then yesterday, camp called to let us know that Soleil had hit her face into another kid’s head. Lovely. Now they both have black eyes!

They are cute little bruised twins! No photos. Right now, they won’t let me, although Luna is now getting the secondary bruising around the eye socket coming out. Very cool!