That’s what I call it when I lift my head up, drunk from smothering kisses on their chubby cheeks, soft neck rolls or plump bellies. There’s nothing else like it. The twins are so much fun. During the weekends when I’m off the baby-watching-clock, I always find myself in their room to hang out or just to steal a hug or kiss. When I’m not watching them, there’s less pressure to keep them entertained and it also helps that theres’s one parent per child.
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