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I'll save the most embarrassing for last and start by telling you that I did not stay up all night sewing because I couldn't sleep. And then I definitely did not sew a piece of fabric on backwards as I was making the babies' comforters. Nope. So I definitely will not be up all night tonight fixing it.
I can't believe I'm even going to (not) admit to this next one. Because I have had 2 sets of identical twins before, you'd think I am pretty good at telling them apart and other silly details like that, right? Well, you'd be wrong. Or right? Whatever. Anyway, I had never mixed up babies before (either the girls or the new babies) until yesterday when I did not call Nathan "Ryan" all morning. I would never, ever mix up my children. Not me. I'm a pro at this twin thing.
(In my defense, they were asleep and one woke up so I grabbed him without looking at the other one. I then fed, changed, and dressed him. Two hours later I realized my mistake when I looked at the other baby who was still sleeping. Oops!)