Hide Your Crazy - Aug. 6

I can’t imagine being more blessed than I am. I have an amazing husband and am the momma of a green-eyed toddler, a curly-headed girl, and tow sweet TWIN BOYS.

I’m going to take you on a reality trip down a road called, “A Typical Twinning Day,” starring identical twins, Hunter and Carter, with a cameo by the lovely Bayli Belle (Sorry Tucker Tex, you’ll come along in 5 years but this particular day I am a momma of but three babies… all under two). Seatbelts, everyone!

I woke up to giggles in the dark, got out of bed, walked towards the noise and flipped on the lights to the kitchen to see that my twin boys, at 1 and 1/2 years old, climbed out of their cribs, and opened the fridge. They had every single thing out and on the floor. We’re talking butter, eggs, syrup, milk, juice, leftovers, lunch meat, hot sauce, jelly, coffee creamer… NOTHING WAS IN ITS CONTAINER.

They squeezed, scooped, busted and dumped it all out. It was 4 a.m.

After that, we had a normal day – naps, dancing, climbing, crying, falling, singing and destroying. Later that evening, I was giving all three kids a bath before bed time. I got Hunter and Carter out of the bath, finished Bayli Belle (2 months old), dried her off, walked into the living room and noticed two separate puddles of pee and one puddle of puke on the floor.

No biggie, but then something else caught my eye. In a panic, I put Bayli Belle down on the couch (in the corner where I thought she’d be safe), ran over to one of the twins who was sucking on a Clorox Wipe, grabbed it from him, only to realize there were about 20 wipes spread out over the room, knotted up in the corners like they had been sucked on, ran him to the potty to throw up some more, ran into the kitchen to get some water, saw the other twin had picked up a wipe on the floor and started sucking on it also (REALLY??! WHO SEES A WIPE AND THINKS “MMM TASTY”???), shoved the water into Carter’s hands as I ran into the living room to grab Hunter’s ‘dessert’ and the other 19 wipes laying around, made them both drink the water while I dialed poison control.

I was told, “It’s okay. Calm down. It’s good that they threw up. Whatever you do, don’t make them drink water,” slapped the water out of Carter’s hands, made it spill everywhere, heard a boom followed by a small baby cry, ran to the couch to grab my baby that fell off the couch, accidentally hung up on poison control and finally broke down into sobs. Hunter came over to me while I sobbed on the floor, wrapped his arms around me, which made Carter come running over to hug me, too. Then, I kid you not, Hunter stared me dead in the face, said “Me sorry momma. No cry.”…and peed on my leg.

There is a song that brings me back to this day every time I hear it. “What if our blessings come through rain drops, what if our healing comes through tears, what if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You’re here? What if our trials in this life are Your mercies in disguise?”

Twinning trials are insignificant compared to the trials that some of you have faced. I encourage you to remember that nothing in this world is permanent. Not even our troubles. Count your blessings, not your trials.