Speaking of the babies, they are now a month old. Yes, somehow Douglas and I survived that first month. It was pretty brutal, but we did it. The thing about having kids is, life as you knew it pre-babies is over. You can't even go to the damn bathroom when you want, and when you do get to go, it is a process: take Baby A to the pack and play, take Baby B to the pack and play, calm them down, make sure no fur-brothers are around to jump in the pack and play with the babies, run to the bathroom. *sigh* It's the little things you miss. Oh well, wouldn't change a thing. These little fellers fill our hearts with joy.

While I have been at home on maternity leave, I have watched 4 seasons of True Blood. I'm not going to say that I love the show, but it has been enjoyable. Unfortunately, I can't stand the main characters--Sookie and Bill--but the show has enough minor characters to carry it. One of my favorite characters is Pam. She is hysterical. Oh, and I also like that idiot Ginger who is a fang-banger that hangs out at Fangtasia. I love that in every scene with her, she ends up screaming bloody murder. Anyway, since I have been watching a lot of this show, I have been having some crazy dreams. At first I was just dreaming of vampires. Then it escalated to vampire babies. I had a dream that Jules and Joe Bear were vampire babies but were toothless, as babies usually are, so didn't have any fangs with which to drain people, so I had to drain myself to feed them, and consequently died. What a dream! But it doesn't just stop with dreams...I have been talking in my zombie state (you know, the state I am in when Doug wakes me in the middle of the night to feed a crying baby). The other night I told Doug that Julian was squirming in his cocoon because of magic (I'm on Season 4 with Jesus, LaFayette, and Marnie using all of their magic bull). But, still, the absurd amount of True Blood does not explain the following question I asked Doug in my sleep a few days ago, "How did our cats get entered into the cat show when we haven't taught them any tricks?"
I need some real, uninterrupted sleep.