The "before" shot. (*overly dramatic organ chord* "Little do they know the horror that awaits...")
You know, I don't think that her dose needs to be _quite_ that high.
Megan thought my scrubs looked a lot like an astronaut's outfit, so given the vaguely planetary art on the walls, this picture was pretty much required.
Joshua finally gets to hold Adric Connor.
In this shot, Joshua looks like he's expecting the photographer to try to take Riley Owen away from him.
"Take two--they're small!"
Only Megan could manage to look glamorous (her dad's word, not ours)--and cheerful!--after delivering twins by C-section.
Our obstetrical team (Megan's OB, Dr. Cole, is on the left).
Adric, weighing in at 6 lbs. 2 oz...
...and Riley, at 7 lbs 11 oz.
The cherub and the imp. (Adric is on the left and Riley on the right. Draw your own conclusions.)
Grandpa Guy: "I'll make you a good deal on that one--I've always wanted to have the matched set." (I don't think that Grandma Gail is going to go for it.)
"Now, this model comes with improved hydraulics, a better wrap job, and a hat."
Joshua bores the twins to sleep. (Useful talent, that.) "So the amortized time complexity of the delete-min operation is O(lg n)..."
"Hey, what are you in for?" "Oh, man, it's a bum wrap..."
Corwin was absolutely amazing with the twins. He'd pick them up himself if we let him.
*points to the nose* "And this is where you push to make him go 'beep'." "BEEP!"
Caption contest!
Bonding moment.
Clan O'Madadhain, complete with recent expansions.
The twins posing for their own glamor shots. (left to right: Riley, Adric)
Adric: "Psst--hey, buddy! Wanna buy a rectal thermometer, only used once, real cheap?" Riley: "Uhh...."
Joshua, acting as the middleman between Megan and Adric.
Megan, all dolled up and ready to leave the hospital.
"Look! Babies!"
Proud papa.
When we got home, we discovered that Corwin is _huge_.
No, I mean seriously. Huge. (That's Riley on the right.)