Thursday, May 31, 2012


Barnacle Breath Burgoo Boston & Boot Strap Bucko Braxton,

AHOY, MATEYS! Avast ye! Blimey! Blow me down! It b 'bout th' hour to batten down the hatches. Jolly thin' b Ye abode b 'n shipshape. Th' poopdeck ben swabbed n' spit shined. 'Cause before ye ship out, me b shoutin' "Thar she blows!" Mema b 'bout three sheets t' th' wind. In a mere few rollin' tides, ye pair of wee scallywags gunna b 'bout redy to b walkin' th' plank. Me 'n th' lads ben waitin' fer yer voyage from th' doc so ye landlubbers can gather wit' us at th' port on dry land. Savvy?! 'Bout 2 turn o 'yer hourglass ago, th' wenches went kookoo bananas o're ye garb tha' ye gunna don as ye buckos pillage th' seven seas. Scurvy Dog Killa B plundered them pieces o' notorious garb fer ye buccaneers. 'Tis b pleasin' to th' eye! Lovely booty indeed! Shiver me timbers! Me lads b 'bout to release the Kraken 'n dead men tell no tales!

Weigh anchor and hoise the mizzen!

Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A Pirate's Life Fer Me!

Aaaaaarrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhh, b th' hour to b off to slumber!

Lust ye salty barnacle-covered scurvy sea-dog,
Cap'n Peg Legged Pops

*Loose translation of the letter above is below*

Boston & Braxton,

Hello, my friends! Listen up! Ahhhhh! Holy Crap! It is almost time! Good thing your room is ready! The house has been scrubbed and cleaned. It is almost time for me to shout, here they come. Mema is very excited. In a couple weeks, two little boys are going to be ready to be born. The family and I have been waiting for your arrival, so you can join us at home. Understand?! About 2 hours ago, all the women went crazy over the clothes that you boys are going to wear home. Aunt Britney purchased you some awesome outfits. They are pretty cool. Incredible gift if you ask me. Holy crap! My boys are about to raise chaos and we may not survive.
Lets get this show on the road!

Hey, hey! It is going to be AWESOME.

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! It is time for bed.

Love your old man,

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

You Know Your Wife is Pregnant When...

The growing belly is always a dead give away. Each day it grows a little more. But, that is not the only way one can tell if his wife is pregnant...that one is only the beginning.


You Know Your Wife is Pregnant...

When she screams excitedly over finding an old Kit Kat Bar in the freezer.

If she can no longer fit out of your backdoor.

If her nephew tells her that her it is okay that her belly got big.

If the AT&T commercial makes her cry.

If you feel like a waiter for a table of 10 when grabbing her mid-afternoon snack.

If she expects an award for getting off the toilet on her own.

When she blows up on the 16 year working at Target over 12 cents.

If it is a spectacle every time she goes out in public.

 If she uses her belly as a shelf to hold plates, cups, and bowls.

If you get a wench installed to help her get up off the couch.

If you feel like you are sleeping next to a Polar Bear every night...warmth and snoring included.

If she does the potty dance more often than an entire kindergarten class.

If she gets more food on her stomach than she does in her mouth.

If the highlight of her day is watching the Magic Bullet infomercial.

When your mother-in-law uses her daughter as an excuse for someone to pick her up fast food.

When she tells you to push her out of bed at 3 am.

If her profile overshadows that of Santa Claus's.

When she is tempted to eat the Old Cadbury Eggs residing under the couch.

If she honks the car horn with her belly even with the seat all the way back.

If she sends you on a 5 am run to pick up Twinkies and Nacho Cheese for breakfast.

If the Popsicle stick jokes make her pee a little. And if the Laffy Taffy wrappers, make her pee a lot.

If she saves the jar of pickle juice to make a float.

If the "sexy" Sunflower Mumu is what she seductively puts on for your anniversary.

When she cries hysterically because you ate the last cookie.

If she is voted best (beer) belly at the annual Cowboys-Eagles NFL Tailgate Party.

If she has a treasure map for every bathroom located within a twenty mile radius along with a guide to the ones with the best toilet paper.

If the 24 pack of toilet paper only lasts 2 days.

If she sends you out for dinner, and you are required to stop for Chinese, Italian, Mexican, and McDonald's for the same meal. 

If your newborn won't be the only one in diapers.

When she searches the couch cushions for old Halloween candy.

If the sound of crinkling paper makes her get naked.

If the doctor looks at her "goods" more than you do.


If you see a grown man wearing this shirt...

And, now you know!

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

What a BUZZ?!!

Boston & Braxton,

As of tomorrow, your beautiful, loving, and heroic mother will have carried the two of you for 36 weeks. She is tough as nails, and she has done amazing things for the two of you. As she grows by the day, you boys grow too. We have watched you grow from embryos too small to see with the naked eye to healthy fetuses on the brink of six pounds. It has been an amazing journey, and it is only the beginning.

It is looking like we will make it to 38 weeks since your mother is so tough! Here she is at 36 weeks, and she is running out of room to keep cookin' you too. Actually, she has been out of room for a while. But, she continues cooking with a smile.

Today, we went to monitoring again. The doctors take a look at your heartbeats and movements. It brings a smile to my face and tears to my eyes every time I hear them. But, prior to your mother getting hooked up to all the gadgets...she has to get an ultrasound. They have to see where each of you is located at this point. Boston is transverse and Braxton is breech. Good thing we opted for a C-Section. Anyways, during the of you always decides to be a pain in the rump. You see, it has already begun.

Today, Braxton decided to cause issues for the ultrasound check. Braxton was laying directly on the membrane that separates the two of you. And, he refused to move. The tech could not see the fluid level because of this. She poked and pushed at mommy's tummy trying to get Braxton to move. But, it didn't work. Braxton, you simply wouldn't move! Mommy could not move on to monitoring until the tech got the measurements she needed.

And, when it came down to it, desperate measures must be taken. You were about to get buzzed, which your mother allowed. Let the abuse begin I guess...or...maybe this is payback for all the dance parties. At any rate, I would wake her up with a UFC match tonight!

She told the technician that she could buzz you. I watched the screen as the "nice" lady placed an instrument on mom's belly. She pushed a button and a loud, screeching sound was released. This sent you into a frenzy. You jumped quickly up into your mommy's ribs which she thoroughly enjoyed. You tried to hide from the noise. It was pretty incredible to watch.

After being buzzed, you both decided to cooperate. So, can blame Braxton for the ringing in your little ears. And, you both can blame your mother for allowing and encouraging the buzzing to happen.

Monitoring continues to go flawlessly. You heartbeats are strong and your movements are great! And, in a few weeks, you two can keep practicing those moves outside of the comforts of the belly.

I cannot wait.

Love you.


Monday, May 28, 2012

Never Forget...

Boston and Braxton,

Today was another beautiful Monday. But, this Monday was a little more beautiful than the other ones throughout the year. This one marks the beginning of summer. And, it was a I had the day off from work. I was able to spend the day with mom and the rest of the family. It was a great day.

Today was a special day. But, it wasn't special because of the day off, the beginning of summer, or the holiday BBQs. It is much more important than all of that.

Today is one of the most important days of the year. On this special day, we take the time to celebrate, honor, and remember those who have served our incredible country. It is a day to thank all the men and women who have sacrificed for our freedoms. It is a day to pay tribute to all those who have died for us.

There are no words that will do justice for the gratitude I feel in my heart for all those that have served. We are so blessed to live in this free nation...but as you will learn...freedom isn't free! An unbelievable amount of blood has been spilled, countless tears have been cried, and incredible sacrifices have been made.

One day, I want to take you boys to Arlington National Cemetery so that the three of us can see just a portion of the massive sacrifice that has been made on our behalf. I have never been there, but one day we will visit it together. Arlington National  Cemetery is one of the most sacred places on this Earth and it will truly be a sight to behold. I can only imagine...

Hundreds of thousands of fallen American soldiers have been laid to rest at Arlington's hallowed grounds...each and everyone deserving a thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Trace Adkins sings a beautiful tribute to the fallen in his song "Arlington". It is a song that brings tears to my eyes every time. And, it is one you will hear often in our household to remind all of us of the service and sacrifice that has been laid on the altar of freedom.

We must never forget that.


Thank you to all those past, present, and future that have, are, and will serve our nation!

We are free because of you. Thank you for your fight!

Boys, please never forget the sacrifices made. Please never forget to thank the men and women of our armed forces. And, always remember them!

I love you guys.


Saturday, May 26, 2012

Stroller Chaos...

The bright sun was shining down welcoming the young morning. As I passed underneath the "Happiest Place on Earth" sign, a large grin formed on my face. It was almost time for Indiana Jones and Space Mountain. I couldn't wait for the high speed twists and turns to begin. I hopped quickly to the ticket counter attempting to contain my excitement. That joy was quickly replaced by an empty wallet. I think I may have also lost an arm and a leg in the process. But, that didn't matter because I was about to enter the Magical Kingdom. It was time for Disneyland.

Excitedly, I skipped down main street eager to get my hands on my first overpriced sugary piece of heaven. The churros were calling my name. As I sauntered in front of Sleeping Beauty's castle, the churro cart was within sight. My time in heaven was about to begin. As I stepped towards the cart, a stroller came rushing in from the left halting my pursuit of sugary delight. I stopped in place as a double jogger stroller came flying at me from the right. A single stroller was on my six and another one was coming at me head on. The sky turned an angry black as the happiness disappeared. Stroller after stroller zoomed past me. I used my best James Bond roller and narrowly missed getting hit by another. The strollers were overtaking me. My end was near. I laid in the fetal position, overwhelmed, as the strollers surrounded me.

I covered my eyes in fear. This was the end. I ventured one last brave peek through my spread fingers as the strollers closed in. To my horror, every stroller was being pushed by the same bald, overweight, and slightly good looking guy. It was me!


I jolted out of bed in a cold sweat as my heart pounded. This wasn't happening. Was I about to become a Stroller Nazi? Was my time as part of the Stroller Mafia about to begin? Fear consumed me. I was about to become a stroller pushing ninny.

I could see it Stroller Nazi 'self' aggressively pushing my stroller down the sidewalk sending pedestrians diving for safety. On Saturday morning walks with friends, we could join forces as the Stroller Mafia...putting our strollers together to block any possible passage. The sidewalk, park, and malls are no longer safe. Leather vests with awesome patches are in my future.

And, I am the reason why. Watch your ankles. Look out...because I am on the loose.

And...with two is about to get worse. That is why we got the Cadillac of baby strollers.

Friday, May 25, 2012

All I Ask For Anymore...

Dear Boston & Braxton,

The word "baby" has the amazing ability to incite a wide array of emotions ranging from unrelenting terror to unparalleled joy. It can provoke feelings of uncontrollable nervousness and lead to unforgettable laughter. It can conjure forth feelings of supreme uneasiness and convey feelings of unimaginable and unconditional love. It can provide the most exhilarating moments in life and make that life worth living. It can create the utmost feelings of pride, togetherness, and happiness. It can summon inconceivable transformations in human beings. And, in the rare incident that the word "babies" is used, the blessings of the impending, chaotic journey are simply doubled.

Less than 1% of people on this Earth will get to experience the unmatched, unequaled, consummate, and endearing feelings that are currently overwhelming my being. My soul has been overtaken by an exceptionally, extraordinary sense of gratitude. It is a sentiment that my feeble brain cannot perform justice for through the use of the written or spoken word. It is an emotion that will never be described. It cannot be explained. It must be felt! A select few on this Earth will be blessed with the rare moment to view two of God's closest angels come into this world in tandem. 

Identical twins are carbon copies of God's greatest creation that cultivated an eternal relationship which few, including myself, could ever comprehend. A relationship that God, the greatest of all, felt was necessary to keep intact. A relationship that was mended before your sojourn on this Earth began. Our Father in Heaven, in his unwavering wisdom and all knowing mind deemed it essential that you two should spend your lives in one another's company. Two souls, two incredible blessing combined to change my world.

Sometimes, I sit and ponder to myself why God would bless me, an undeserving son, with such a uniquely personal gift. Despite all my shortcomings as a man, He still believed enough in me to exalt me as a father of two of His most exclusive angels on high. And, in the end, He did not do this because of the man that I am but because of the man that he knows I CAN BE with his endless assistance.

Still, I often think "God thinks a lot more of me than he should."

Without a doubt, I am not worthy of such a glorious gift as two of his children. Maybe Heaven just needs some more room. But, regardless of why, you two are my boys and I will live my entire life in a constant effort to be worthy of such a gift.

The presence of you two has changed my life. I cannot imagine my life without you even though you are not here yet. So, as I sit here, tears overflowing...I am so glad that God decided to change my life more than I ever asked for.

"When I bow my head tonight,
There'll be no me, myself, and I
Just watch my wife and kids please Lord
That's all I ask for anymore"
-Trace Adkins

You two and your mother are all I ask for anymore. With that, I have every thing I need. My world has changed and I will be forever grateful.

I love you so much!


Thursday, May 24, 2012

Date Night Surprise...

For the past 7 years and 10 months, Friday nights have been reserved for one night.
Alright...two night and XBox. But, before my time pretending to save the world from the Flood as a super soldier bad ass named Master Chief could begin, I had to treat my loving wife to a night out.
There is nothing more refreshing after a stressful week of mindless work than a date with my beautiful wife. From our first date where we watched Shanghai Knights to the miniature golf championships to romantic evenings in the park, we have done it all. Epic date nights included; Rock Band until 4 a.m. where we pretended to be Bon Jovi, long walks by the ocean in Long Beach, Mortal Kombat competitions at Game Works, and watching all 10 season of Friends while calling in sick to work for a week (sorry Safekey). We have danced in the street, talked the night away, and laughed until we cried.
Our date nights have been great. And, I wouldn't change them for the world.
A few weeks ago, I was driving home from work on a Friday excited about my upcoming date night with my wife. She always gets dressed up and looks great. She usually wears a sexy dress and a pair of heels or something else that makes her look even more amazing than I ever thought possible.
As I walked in the door, I beheld the beauty that was all mine. Leaning on the counter reaching for a cheese danish was my lovely wife, her ever growing belly resting on the counter top as she tried to grasp her treasure. Her beauty was indescribable  
As she moved to her tip toes, I couldn't help but notice her beautiful legs along with a week's worth of stubble residing on them. Covering the remainder of her legs were her capri pants. These beauties were a sight to behold. As my eyes moved upwards, I couldn't help but smile. Coming screaming into my view was the stretchy paradise of her jean waistband. The band was pulled up high and was located just below her bosoms. The waistband of her pants seemed to be attached to her bra as if they were a packaged deal. It was as if I was about to go on a date with Steve Urkel's hot, white twin. Either that, or Lady Gaga's costume people were supplying my pregnant wife with clothes.
It is amazing to think that someone so beautiful could be wearing such a scary getup. Those maternity pants are a piece of work. But, at least when they are on...she can not chase me around with her belly button.
Still, regardless of the pants and the belly button...there is not a more beautiful woman in the world than my pregnant wife! Urkel and Gaga get ups aside...she is simply stunning. So, bring that round belly here and pull that waistband up a little higher...because it is almost date night! And, I cannot wait!

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

The Terror of the Button...


There are few things in this life that really terrify me. To be honest, I actually enjoy the feeling of being scared. I like to watch scary movies, walk through haunted houses, and play in the dark (if you know what I mean...wink, wink). A little bit of fear gets the adrenaline pumping, keeps me on my toes, and makes me feel alive. Fear can be a good thing. It keeps me ready for action.

You see, I walk around my house pretending to be a combination of Liam Neeson from "Taken", King Leonidas from "300", and Chuck Norris from...well...everyday on a trip to Starbucks or Albertsons. Most of the time, I mock people who purchase and drink Starbucks...but Chuck Norris can drink whatever he wants. Anyways, I usually turn the lights down low like Bob Marley and go grab a late night snack. As I do, I must check to see if the house is secure. So, I pop in and out of rooms, bathrooms, and around every corner pulling off my sweetest ninja movies just in case there is a threat. Usually, I do this with my trusty sidekick in tow, our Chiweenie, Mouse. As I pull off my best moves, she proceeds to look at me like I am crazy while spin moving until her brains are scrambled.

So, as you can see...I am pretty brave and kind of a bad ass. There are not many things that scare me short of...needles, spider webs, Easy Bake Ovens, old episodes of Frasier, 70 year old women over 7 feet tall, tightie whities, caterpillars, alleys after midnight, spoiled milk, and serial killers. Other than that, I am not scared of much.

But this whole pregnancy thing, there is a whole new fear coming into play. A fear that terrifies me. It sends chills down my spine. It keeps me up at night, hiding under the covers. I quiver in horror any time it comes around.

I am not afraid of the prospect of twins. I am not afraid of what is to come. But, I am afraid of...the belly button!

That's right...the pregnancy belly button scares me. I mean, what happened to it? Why? Why is this happening? It is as if aliens are pushing their way out from the inside. Why is it inside out? A regular belly button is scarier enough...

For the next three weeks, the fear will continue to consume me...but, in the will all be worth it.

PS: Babe, I love your belly. But, please...please stop chasing me with the button!

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Incredible Blessings...

Dear Boston and Braxton,

Yesterday reminded me of just how blessed we are. This journey has been full of incredible blessing for us. And, I am not even sure where to start since there have been so many. Simply put, you two are miracles. And, we are so lucky to have both of you.

You see, the probability of twins is about 3.3%. Around 33 out of every 1,000 births result in twins. That is a staggering figure. That alone makes the two of you very rare and special. But, it doesn't end there. You guys are identical twins which is even more unique. Of those 33 twin pregnancies, only 3 of them result in identical twins. 3 out of every 1,000 births result in twins. Less than 1% of every 1,000 births results in identical twins. What a blessing...

Your guys are our greatest blessing. Two loving people planned on adding one to their clan and they were blessed with two. Suddenly, two became four...

We have been so blessed. Your mommy has been so strong during this entire process. You guys have put her body through the ringer. Every day, her belly has to grow a little more to make room for you guys. She is an amazing blessing that we have been given.

She has done all of this will a smile...and a few tears. She is such a strong woman, and you guys will learn a lot from her. She is going to be a great mom.

While the bump grows, it will eventually come to a close, and I cannot wait for that day. I am going to have some big shoes to fill, but I am so glad that there will be some smaller ones standing right next to me to tug me along.

With all the shoes filled, it will be an amazing ride.

And, we cannot forget the big, fancy shoes that your mommy always fills. We have been so blessed, and I cannot wait for the blessings to continue.

I love you guys.


Monday, May 21, 2012

Just How Lucky...

Dear Boston & Braxton,

Last night, I didn't really sleep. I tossed and turned...thinking...wondering...hoping...praying...that tomorrow would be a good day. I don't sleep well these days, but I guess that is a good thing. I am in training after all. In recent weeks, I have slowly been tapering on the sleep. I can function on very little sleep, and in time, I will only get better. I am still not as good as your mother though. Anyways, the semi-sleepless nights have been spent pondering on how and if I can be a good dad. They have been spent contemplating the upcoming journey that we are about to begin. They have been spent stressing about the health and well being of both of you and your mom.

Today, I sat nervously in the waiting room awaiting our turn to see the doctor. This was a very big appointment for us. At this point, mommy is 34 weeks and 5 days pregnant with you two. At 31 weeks, Boston was weighing 3 pounds, 7 ounces and Braxton was tipping the scale at 3 pounds, 14 ounces. That was a little scary for us. The doctor was concerned that Boston was so much smaller than Braxton. The 7 ounces weight difference was the biggest yet, and the doctor was not thrilled about it. He was worried that they would continue to grow further apart. The majority of twins experience a size difference that continues to grow as the pregnancy continues. So, we were a little concerned.

So, when the time came, I sat nervously clutching your mommy's hand waiting on the words of the doctor. I couldn't stop shaking in my seat. I felt sick to my stomach. Your old man has a tendency to worry about everything...I take after Papi a little bit too much.

As the ultrasound began and I saw your growing bodies on the screen, the anticipation I felt began to grow. Would everything be alright? Did you both grow as much as we hoped? Would the doctor be happy with the progress?

We were hoping for his seal of approval. Your mother and I had been praying for your health. I put your mom on modified bed rest to help keep you guys healthy. Even though she got bored, she did well staying off her feet and resting. We only allowed her to get up for a couple small walks a day and to eat. It has been a blessing that I am able to work for home and help her. She has needed the help as she continues to grow along with you guys. When I couldn't stay home, Mema was more than willing to help Mommy with everything she needed. She helped cook and clean and it is an amazing help.

Enough about the bed rest though...after all...your mommy hates it.

Back to the ultrasound! As the tech measured you guys, my fear grew a little. But, when your mommy squeezed my hand, I felt like everything was going to be okay. The tech looked at the screen with a confused stare on her face. She began to double check her numbers And, then...she let us know the great boys had jumped from the 9th percentile to the 28th. She was very happy as were we with the progress. Most of the time, babies might double in the percentile, but they don't usually triple. But, you guys did!

As of today, Boston is weighing in at 5 pounds, 3 ounces and Braxton is tipping the scale at 5 pounds, 8 ounces. It was such a relief to hear. All your mommy's resting and relaxing has paid off. You are two healthy growing boys. And, we feel very blessed.

The doctor was so happy. They were all impressed with the growth and told us to continue with the bed rest. In the end, you should both come into this world well over 6 pounds. If you mommy continues to rest, she will be able to carry you the distance! She will make it to 38 weeks which is the grand finale for twins. Only the toughest women make it there, and your mommy is one of them.

We are lucky to have her and pretty soon...we will see just how lucky!

I love you!



Saturday, May 19, 2012

Hospital Tour and Hiccups...

Dear Boston & Braxton,

Days, hours, minutes, seconds...

They seem to be ticking away faster and faster as we get closer to your arrival. Well, at least, they've gone by faster for me. As for your mommy, I cannot say the same. After all, she is "supposedly" the one that is doing all the hard work. She is the one that is carrying over 8 lbs of Barrow boys in her tummy. So, I guess she is doing a little bit more work than me...but...don't tell her that because I will never hear the end of it. I don't want it to go to her head. Just kidding. She is one tough cookie, and she deserves the utmost praise for being so tough.

Anyways, we've been busy placing the finally touches on your pad. It is almost completely ready for you guys. And, we cannot wait! It will be the talk of the nurseries around the town. It is a pretty happening place.

The past few days, you you already know...have been having the hiccups like crazy. It is so funny to watch mom's belly move with each hiccup. I laugh, but your mom doesn't seem to think it is that funny at 3 a.m. But, she doesn't think many things are funny at 3 a.m. If you catch her at 2 a.m., you will probably be alright. Just be careful.

The hiccups have been coming more and more often, and it is just another reminder that you two are there...alive and kicking. And, it brings a smile to my face each and every time.

Speaking of hiccups, you guys had them again today right before we went on our tour of the hospital. It is pretty awesome to think just how close we are to the beginning of our time as a family in this world. We were able to get the low down on how our time at the hospital will go. It is going to be an amazing ride. And, I cannot wait to hold you boys in my arms and see a big grin on your mom's face as tears of happiness fill both of our eyes.

I love you both!


Tuesday, May 15, 2012

The Journey to 34 Weeks...

Dear Boston & Braxton,

What an AMAZING journey it has been thus far. Since around week 19 when Mommy and I got the surprise of a lifetime and found out one was two -TIL- today, at week 34, our lives have completely changed. And, the changes are definitely for the better.

Your mother and I have grown so much closer as we have prepared for the arrival of our boys. We are so excited for our small family to begin. We know it will be chaos, but it is the good kind of chaos.

People will think I am crazy...they will laugh at me in the coming weeks, but I cannot wait for the two of you to arrive. I am stressed to the max and not completely sure what I am doing, but I wouldn't trade it for the world. It is like Phil Vassar's "Another Day in Paradise"...

"Well, it's ok. It's so nice
It's just another day in paradise
Well, there's no place that
I'd rather be
Well, it's two hearts
And one dream
I wouldn't trade it for anything
And I ask the Lord every night
For just another day in paradise."

Even with all the stresses, pandemonium, and sleepless nights that come with parenthood...I cannot wait for our first day in paradise. I cannot wait to see your mother hold each of you in her arms. She has been so strong throughout this process. You guys have put quite the toll on her body, but she wouldn't have it any other way.


While the journey has been difficult for her, she doesn't complain. She has gone through it all with a smile. She has sacrificed so much in her effort to bring two healthy babies into the world. And, before too long, you guys will be here. And, don't forget to thank her when you are here. It is just ONE of the MANY things that you boys should THANK her for.

It is incredible to think that just a little more than 34 weeks ago, your mother and I decided to start a family. A little bit later, we discovered we were pregnant. And, then...we were surprised to discover that our family was going to grow by 2! Now, 34 weeks later, you have both grown big and strong. The end is in sight. We are coming down the home stretch.

At this point, you both weigh over 4 pounds. Your lungs are continuing to develop, preparing each of you for the outside world. Other vital organs are developing as your liver is beginning to process waste. Yes, your little poop factories are coming along. Other than that, you guys are having constant dance parties, UFC bouts, and using your mom's ribs and pelvis as punching bags. I am not too sure she enjoys all that.

It is hard to explain...words just don't bring justice to the love I have for you boys and your mother. My heart is full. I am little overwhelmed by the joy and terror that fills me. I cannot wait to hold my twin boys in my arms and know that our little family is complete.

Keep growing. Only a few more weeks to go!

I love you!


Monday, May 14, 2012

Our Superhero...

A superhero is defined as "a fictional hero having extraordinary or superhuman powers".

Secret fraternity aside, we all know about the world of superheroes. For years, they have spoiled the plans of evil, maniacal villains on the silver screen, helped prepare us to fight crime from the comforts of our couches, taught us sweet tag lines to yell in traffic, and been saviors in our hands once we left the toy aisle.

They are the secret guardians of the night protecting us from the evil of the world. They fight for justice. They stand for truth.

From the streets of Gotham to the towering high-rises of Metropolis and everywhere in between, they keep the streets free of crime. Iconic figures with mystical powers come for the shadows to run, fly, and kick their way into our hearts.

Regardless of their powers, association, or membership with the Justice League or The Avengers; they fight for the ideals of the people, sacrificing themselves for the good of society.
The powers used for the greater good include Superman's ability to fly, the Flash's ability to sprint, the Hulk's superhuman strength, and Spiderman's ability to sling webs. And, we cannot forget that Batman is a muscular genius.
All those powers are incredible.

Now, imagine...just imagine...all of these powers contained within one single person.That's right...the capes, masks, super powers, sidekicks, theme songs, secret identities and tights also included.

While you imagine what that hero would be like, I can show you. Because the definition of superhero is flawed...real heroes aren't fictional.

I know a superhero who has done amazing things in past few months. She makes Batman, Superman, Spiderman, the Hulk, and Wolverine look like your local Girl Scout troop. She makes the powers of flight, super speed, and spidey sense seem obsolete. She is a superhero of the highest order. She is SUPER MOMMY.
But, she isn't just any ordinary mom. Because, lets be honest, any woman can carry just one baby.
That's right...if you think you are tough...think again. For the rest of my life, I will be proud to stand next to one of the toughest women around. She is an inspiration to me.
 She has the super powers to carry and grow two babies at one time. And, to be honest, there is no greater super power than the one she holds.

So, move of Justice League, step aside Avengers...

Because we have all the hero we need.

In the words of Lt. Gordon, we have "a hero. Not the one we deserved but the hero we needed. Nothing less..."

There is no way I deserve her, but I am glad to say she is my hero!

This will happen in the future when Boston and Braxton realize just how great their mother is.


Sunday, May 13, 2012

Happy Mother's Day...

To my beautiful, loving, amazing wife...

You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I love you with all my heart. This year, we get to share your first Mother's Day together! And, next year at this time, we will have two eleven month old babies to hold our arms as we celebrate. You are the strongest woman I know.

Keep cookin'! We are almost there.


Saturday, May 12, 2012

God Gave Me You...

Dear Boston & Braxton,

Today, I was shown a beautiful video that I felt inspired to share with you. Someday, I hope we are able to watch it together. It is a reminder of a couple of things that are important to me.

First, we must remember just how blessed we are. We are incredibly blessed for so many reasons. We are blessed with an incredible family. We are blessed with awesome friends. We are blessed with freedoms and people who will sacrifice for those freedoms. I could go on and on. But, first and foremost, we are blessed and we must never forget that. I am so thankful for the blessings in my life. And, your mother and you guys are God's greatest blessings.

Second, we must remember to ALWAYS look for inspiration. We live in a beautiful world full of magnificent people if we just look in the proper places. Miracles happen everyday. Simple acts of kindness and love can always be found. This world can be "heaven" on Earth in many ways if we make it that way. But, it can also be "hell" if we let it. Look for the good things. Be one that inspires others. Be the change you want to see.

Third, challenges will come into our lives. Throughout our lives, we will ALL face challenges. And, we will all face different ones. Some will be small, seemingly insignificant issues. But, still...others will be large, seemingly impossible challenges to overcome. We will experience challenges that test our resolve, our faith, and our character.

-James Lane Allen

Adversity can break us if we let it. I have let it run me down before, but your true character is revealed when you rise up and overcome it. No matter how difficult it is; it can be overcome.

We will all face different tests and challenges throughout our lives. These challenges are specifically meant for us to grow. I know that is a difficult thing to hear. It is hard to accept, but it is true.

In the words of Nana Barrow, "Every thing happens for a reason".

This was always hard for me to accept. To be honest, I didn't believe it for a very long time. I disagreed adamantly with her on it. I struggled to understand why God tested some people so much harder than others. I couldn't understand how some people go through life in a breeze. They don't "seem" to have many issues, etc. But, in reality, everyone is different. We all handle situations differently. What is hard for some is easy for others and vice versa. Is is more than just a game of pick and choose.

As I look back, my challenges and struggles were not always that difficult...but, at some points, those challenges were needed and seemed very difficult for me. A couple of them almost broke me. One thing we must always remember is that our challenges are specifically designed for us. Every one's challenges are necessary.
God will only give us challenges that we can handle. As a child, I was very ill and almost died. It was a challenge for me everyday. Although I do not remember much of it now, Nana reminds me of just how sick I was and how hard it was. It was a challenge for Nana and Papi too. As I got older, health was always an issue. When I was in high school, I was extremely sick multiple times and spent quite a bit of my Senior year in the hospital. Due to my health problems, I was not able to serve a mission when I was 19. I had received my call to Atlanta, Georgia but I was deemed unable to serve at that time.
That led to one of the biggest challenges of my life. I had a very difficult time accepting the fact that it was not my time to serve. I had prepared my entire life to serve a mission and now it was taken from me. This challenge was a huge struggle for me and it led to a deep, serious depression. I was lucky enough with the help of family, friends, and Ziggy to get through it.
During this time, I blew out both my knees playing basketball. This was another challenge for me. Two of my favorite things to do to relieve stress were running and basketball. They brought me a lot of happiness. But, with two knee surgeries, these things became extremely painful and difficult. I am on the mend now and able to do them a little bit, but I am not able to do them at the level I was once. It was difficult for me not to be able to compete. It was hard to accept that I will never run sub five minutes miles again. The days of sixteen minute 5ks are done. My knees simply won't allow it. I will never feel like I am one of the best guys in the basketball gym again...well unless it is a gym full of fourth graders...but even that might be a stretch.
Although some of these challenges may seem easy to some, they were difficult for me. The other night I was talking with mommy and I said "Sometimes I wonder why me? Why did I have to blow out both knees, struggle with my appendix, depression. I know people have it a lot worse, but I am struggling."
Lovingly she replied, "God chose you because he knew you could handle it." 
Quickly, I was put in my place and it was a good thing. God gave me challenges that I could face.
Remember your challenges will come and they will be difficult, but you can overcome them.
I was inspired by the video below. This young mother and her child have faced incredible challenges thus far, but they are overcoming them. They are inspiration to me for me to face my small challenges as they are facing their much bigger ones.

People are amazing. And, they can overcome much if they don't let their heads get in the way of their hearts.  Below a young boy with cerebral palsy shows his dad that he learned to walk while he was away serving our country. It is quite an amazing thing to see.

Challenges will come. We will be forced to face difficult things, but we can overcome them all.
One of my favorite quotes of all time comes from Evan Almighty. In the movie, God says, "Let me ask you something. If someone prays for patience, you think God gives them patience? Or does he give them the opportunity to be patient? If he prayed for courage, does God give him courage, or does he give him opportunities to be courageous? If someone prayed for the family to be closer, do you think God zaps them with warm fuzzy feelings, or does he give them opportunities to love each other."
I prayed for love, and God gave me the opportunity to meet your mom. I prayed for happiness, and God has given me the opportunity to have a family. I prayed for a little excitement, and God laughed and gave us twins! He has a sense of humor, and he knows what we need.
Challenges will come in all shapes and size, but we can overcome them all with faith, perseverance, and love.
And, in the end, God gave me you.
I love you guys! 

Tuesday, May 08, 2012

33 Weeks...

Dear boys,


That's right...we have made it 33 weeks and the home stretch is approaching.You guys have both grown to over well over three pounds. Your mommy's tummy continues to grow as you guys get bigger and bigger.

You guys are starting to put on weight, and in the next few weeks you will probably almost double in weight. The baby fat will keep your guys warm when you get here. Surprising to think you will need it in this desert though.

You guys are almost the size of a pineapple now. But, since there are two of are little smaller but not much. Over the next few weeks, the doctor is expecting you to each put on about a half pound a week for the next four weeks (if you stay in that long).

It is amazing to think that just 8 months ago, you were both in heaven. And, 8 months ago, you guys were little tiny embryos. It is incredible to think that just 9 months ago, Mommy and I were just starting to talk about having a family. And, 33 weeks later, you guys are growing big and strong and soon you will be here.

We cannot wait for you boys to arrive! Lets get this crazy show on the road.

I love you guys.


Monday, May 07, 2012

The "Baby" Man Cave...

Dear Boston & Braxton,

The time has come to show off the glory that will be your guy's "Baby" Man Cave. We have finished the closet, the bookshelves, and the ABC wall. It is quite the pad. I am sure you guys will enjoy it. We are also starting the Pirate Playroom which is guaranteed to be EPIC. I am not sure what EPIC means, but it sounds good.

Your awesome ABC wall complete with Man Cave clock, baseball bats, and much more.

Also, check out the video with your mom as your beautiful tour guide. Enjoy.


Sunday, May 06, 2012

The Human Sauna...

Sweat trickled down my back. Beads of perspiration gathered on my forehead and others accumulated on my neck. Heat radiated from some unknown source. Memories of being stranded in the Sahara Desert came to my mind, but this was much worse. The heat was unbearable. My back was scorching. It felt as if someone was pressing a red hot branding iron against my spine...but...again...that would have been more comfortable than my current predicament. HELL may have been a cooler place than where I was at the moment.

A combination of drool and sweat covered my pillow case. My tangled sheets were damp. I wondered if I had wet the bed. I rolled over uncomfortably and was greeted by the source of the radiating heat. The human sauna laying next to me was my pregnant wife.  She had become an industrial strength oven capable of heating the Antarctic for days on end.

This has become a vast change to the Arctic tundra that used to consume my bed. You see, a woman is unique in the fact that her body's temperature changes so rapidly and dramatically. When we first got married, I felt like I was climbing in bed with a frozen Butterball Turkey. The moment we got in bed, my wife's feet and butt would turn into ice cubes and she would want nothing more than to warm them up on me. I was regularly turned into an icicle as my wife tried to freeze me out of the bed. But, nowadays, there has been a huge change. The heat has overtaken. Icebergs are melting as the sun inches closer and closer.

As hot as it is, heat is what got us here in the first place...wink, wink. So, for now...I will deal with my bed feeling like a sauna.

Thursday, May 03, 2012

Messages of Love...

Words of love, wisdom, and humor from people who love you...

Kennedy & Shane
Your "big" cousin, Kennedy, and your "little" cousin, Shane, wanted to share their excitement with you guys. They cannot wait to meet you and show you the ropes. Sometimes the greatest advice comes in small packages.

Grandpa & Grandma Imlay
Grandpa and Grandma Imlay share some advice about school, missions, and setting goals. They also volunteer to take you boys in for a few years.

Papi Barrow
Papi shares some loving advice on life. He is a big softy and is so excited to have two more Barrow boys joining the fold. He cannot wait to walk hand-in-hand with you guys.

Nana Barrow
Nana shares her excitement regarding your upcoming arrival. She loves you guys so much already.

Uncle B
Uncle B lets you guys know how much fun you guys are going to have in our family. He tells you boys how great your family is and lets you know he is excited to see you.

Aunt Riss
Aunt Riss lets you boys know how awesome your mom and dad are and how much you are going to be loved.

Wednesday, May 02, 2012

Jam Sessions...

Dear Mic Check & Drumroll,

It's TIME for another nightly JAM SESSION!

It usually begins with a little Bon Jovi. And, what can I say, you can never go wrong with a little JBJ. Just take a look at the link to see just how epic JAM SESSIONS can be!

And...these nightly JAM SESSIONS usually turn into a DANCE PARTY. Just take a look at the link to see just how legendary my dance skills are. And, sorry it is difficult to see...your Uncle B is challenged when it comes to electronics.

JAM SESSIONS have become a staple of the Barrow household. Starting when your cousins, Shane and Kennedy, were just wee little ones...we began jamming out on Rock Band. And, the trend has continued for years.
 Keep in mind...all of these were just acoustic practice sessions. In order to see the actual concert, you have to buy the DVD...don't worry it is being released soon.

And, if this isn't enough, just ask your mom about the Butterfly Emerging from a Cocoon routine. 

Anyways, on a nightly basis, we have been playing some sweet jams for you guys. And, you guys have really taken to a few awesome jams. You guys have kicked to Bob Marley's "Three Little Birds", hiccuped to Queen's "We Will Rock You, danced to The Beatles "Let It Be", and thrown right hooks at your mommy's ribs while pretending to be Rocky as Survivor's "Eye of the Tiger" played. And, don't even get me started on the chaos that occurs when I play some Johnny Cash for you. The Man in Black almost makes you two spontaneously combust with excitement as "Ring of Fire", "Ghost Riders in the Sky", or my personal favorite "Hurt".

Music is awesome, and you guys already love it. I am just excited that the number of kicks that occur to Justin Beiber, The Jonas Brothers, and Miley Cyrus are equal to zero. But, the number of kicks that occur to Marley, Lennon, Collins, Clapton, and Cash is too high for me to count.

As long as you don't listen to your Uncle Jonas or Aunt Alexis when it comes to music, you will do alright.


Tuesday, May 01, 2012

Modern Medical Horrors...

If you ask any pregnant woman, she will tell you just how uncomfortable pregnancy is. She will tell you that her feet ache, her back hurts, and she just cannot get comfortable. She will tell you she is always tired, sleep is a struggle, and the nights are longer than she imagined. She will let you know that she feels larger than the Goodyear Blimp and that even on a good day...Shamu has nothing on her.

The pregnant woman is always tired and often in pain. Being uncomfortable is just part of the pregnancy process. But...I guarantee, in the end...the majority of moms will say that every second of pain and suffering was worth it when they hold they bundle of joy or bundles.

Still, I cannot stress enough the fact that pregnancy is incredibly uncomfortable for women.

Can you please do me a favor? I am assuming you said "yes". But, if you didn't...then I don't have time for you.

Throughout life, we have all experienced those uncomfortable moments. I am not talking about the physically uncomfortable moments though. I am talking about those moments that make one feel like all the eyes in the world are on them. It is not necessarily an embarrassing is more like an unimaginable horror that the likes of Wes Craven or the psychos who created Saw couldn't comprehend.

Think back to your most horrifying, uncomfortable, and embarrassing moment. Remember how you felt...yeah...I just made you feel incredibly uncomfortable as you thought about being uncomfortable. I know...I know...I wield amazing power over you. After all, you keep coming back for more.

During this journey of pregnancy, I have learned just how uncomfortable Western Medicine can be. Uncomfortable moments in my life, the ones that I have tried desperately to forget came back to my mind when I attended my wife's first ultrasound. It brought back the horrors of my childhood. You see...when I was 12 years old, I had to get my first physical. As every guy knows, eventually, the dreaded "drop your pants and cough" moment occurs. In that moment, you hope you remembered to wear clean underwear. After all, no one wants to see your streaks as you streak. Unless you are wearing you banana hammock that is. You also think about the temperature in the it cold...has shrinkage occurred. This could be bad. I am not sure why that thought comes to mind because it is not like you plan on using your equipment on the doctor. And, if you are, you have probably watched too many adult movies. You probably half expect "Bow Chicka Wow Wow" in the background.

Anyways, all that aside, the hernia check is horrifying. But, this moment is overly uncomfortable for a 12 year old. And, to make it worse, a woman was giving me my first hernia examine. Needless to say, when I was told to drop my pants, I blushed. And, I think she may have to.

Every guy complains about the hernia check. Standing naked, twig and berries exposed, in front of a complete stranger or the family doctor that you have seen since you were 6 is not the ideal situation. If you are comfortable with this situation or enjoy it, I am a little worried about you. But, maybe you are just an aspiring "actor".

Another time, I had to receive a Barium Enema. I laid there naked on a metal table while my ass froze. And, hopefully, I was not getting a hernia check after because I am pretty sure there was some shrinkage. The doctor along with what seemed like a football team of assistants and nurses proceeded to place a tube in my rectum and turned me into a combo of a milk shake and a hot air balloon. I just completed one of those full shivers. Enough about me...

Guys, we no longer have ANY room to talk. Once a year, we have to go through the uncomfortable hernia check. And, maybe once or twice (or a hand full at the most) in a lifetime, you may have to experience the horrors of the enema. But, after it, you will take the best #2 while experiencing the most horrific gas ever. So, in that case, maybe it is worth it.

As for a pregnant woman, they have to experience the uncomfortable horrors every time they visit the doctor. It is like the movie "Hostel" every single time. I have never seen it, but I hear it is pretty horrible. I have watched horror movies with less graphic and disturbing scenes.

On a monthly basis, a pregnant woman has to lay naked on a table covered in what looks like a wash cloth. If that isn't enough, the cervical ultrasound comes on occasion. And, after watching that, I questioned my manhood for a good hour.

With that in mind, I won't complain about seeing the doctor...well not until I have to have my prostate examined.

When I hear that glove snap for the other end, all bets are off.

Oh, the joys of Western Medicine.