I asked Jeff to start talking to the passengers last night. We have been talking to them, but mostly just, HI BABIES! And I love you and stuff like that. So, last night, Jeff actually talked to them a bunch. Treating my lower tummy like a big soft microphone, he told the babies about social security. He also told them that they were democrats. He also told them about their grandparents and that their mommy was sometimes weird and silly. The soundtrack to this monologue was my intense laughter. They should be used to my laughter by now, because I am such a good laugher. But Jeff told them that sound was my laughing anyway, just in case.

I also talked to them a little, telling them we were happy they were two. Because Jeff and I have had some conversations about mourning the singleton that we thought we were going to have. That is totally normal by the way; most parents of twins have to mourn the idea of a single baby. I have been over that for some time now, and am glad. But I thought I would reassure them, anyway.

I wonder what today's topic for Jeff to talk to the passengers about will be? Prescription drugs? Ancient history ? The Buffyverse? I will have the smartest clones in the universe.