We were never one person.  We were always only two people, one inside the other.  In those pregnant months it felt like we were one, but of course they each had their own hearts, and after a few weeks, their own little budding kidneys, a little wee stomach, liver, a tiny electric brain – all the important pieces and parts, tucked beneath tiny jewel-box ribcage, and all of it wrapped in a pillow of fluid beneath my own shielding ribs and beating heart, which itself grew beneath my own mother’s heart, and her in her mother’s heart, and so on.  My body did the work of cleaning and oxygenating their blood, feeding them, and their bodies…

I have literally three minutes here, so I default to my norm: cute kid stories.  So boring 4U, so interesting 2ME! Liam moved his (my) ukulele the other day, and said loudly: I hereby decree this guitar does not reside in this room. Craig has had two teeth, on bottom, for a couple of months now.  He has expressed little interest in growing any additional teeth, and my concerned side-eyed glances at his gums have done nothing until this week, when he sprouted 2 on top overnight, plus a horrifying gum-bruise thing that Dr. Google tells me is a teething hematoma, and not terrifying mouth cancer.  Little Buddy isn’t really…