Fatherhood. Mmmmnn… where should I begin.
I just spend the last 72 hours manning the nightshift with barely 3 hours of uninterrupted sleep at any point in time.
The twins are taking turn to act up, and they don’t seems to want to sleep during daytime. They have taken their turn to urinate on me , drool all over my shirt and vomiting milk on themselves and me.
I am now standing at level 13 sky terrace , just done getting Edith to sleep after enduring her 20mins of shrieking and screaming. I think I’m turning deaf. Why she is shrieking and screaming, I have no idea.
This photo is to commemorate me FINALLY getting her to sleep. Never mind the messy hair, unshaven face, the heavy duty eye bag unglam army tee and the baby carrier.
At least now I have something that can show and tell her next time that she has single handedly destroyed any of my credential of sexy and hot guy but validated my existence as a father.
I know all these shall pass and I can’t wait for them to grow out of this phase.
Love you, Elliott, Edith and Everett