Rambling Rhodes

Extras

I wish I had something poignant to write, but Zoey is doing well, and apparently filling diapers like tankards of ale, according to the nurses and my wife.

My wife and I did have our taxes calculated today, and for the first time since. . . I have no idea. . . we don't have to pay MORE to the IRS.

That's pretty much thanks to Finn. Another gift from him, I suppose.

He should still be with his sister, but I guess that's neither here nor there. It's just another way in which we're reminded how much being a family of five was once our impending reality, but now it isn't, like the two unopened crib boxes in the porch, or the fifth dining-room-set-matching chair we discovered by accident and bought at a furniture store's clearance section shortly after we learned we were having twins, and we thought we were so fortunate.

We were a family of five though, for three days.

Three days. . .

It was an unexpected, irritating, terrible, scared, terrified, helpless, sad, happy, mad, angry, determined, exhausted, confused (not necessarily in that order, but kind of) and--in the end--resolute (for me) three days.

Finn still has a chair. I guess he'll always have that chair.

Until his brother and sister break it, which they will.

I bet Finn would have broken it, too.

Eventually.

Posted by Ryan at February 23, 2011 10:23 PM | TrackBack