Getting through life in the NICU and being home with two newborn preemies seems like ages ago. Now, we have successfully moved out of the formula feeding, bottle washing, sleeping most of the day and playing stationary on the floor phase and moved into the moving nonstop, sippy cup spilling and food tossing stage. Oh yea, did I mention the putting everything in your mouth stage?

After discovering that I don’t in fact need a manual to take care of my twin girls, my enthusiasm has lead me to discover what being a parent is really all about. In an attempt to help me define my new role in life, curiosity provoked me to look up the definition of the word mother in the dictionary.

As a new mother I am always thinking about what I want to teach my girls as they go through life. Of course I want them to eat their veggies, always be polite, be kind and giving to others and to always behave themselves when out in public. I am pretty sure that is every parents goal, or at least I am hopeful. What I am talking about is all of the “other stuff”.

On one of the warmest days so far this year, I was getting into my car and the smell of spring sent chills down my spine. Immediately, I flashed back to spring of last year when I would get into my car every morning to take the hour drive to the NICU to spend the day with my girls.

If you have been following our story, I am guessing I have made my point by now that there have been many medical terms and expressions that I have become familiar with of the course of the last seventeen months , since discovering I was pregnant with twins.

What everyone failed to tell me was that along with all the other things, my babies were in fact going to turn into little tiny monsters…….with teeth.