In the shadow of The Beast. It's eerily maternal red glow and the soothing hum of it's 7 internal fans. The Beast demands silence. The Beast MUST be obeyed! Sleep my little treasures....Daddy's going to play giant stompy robots.
OMG, that is so sad and so funny. I often played with my kids sleeping in my arms. Sometimes it was the only way to get them down. But twins? Sheesh. I would have been a wreck. Peace out.
Yeah, I'm having to wrangle them now while the wife grabs some shut eye. They have detected weakness in the ranks and are now double teaming me like 3L's on an A1.
It's time to break out the dual warm=milk bottles! That will put them down and give you the win...... till the next time MUHAHAHAHAHA