Alma“Get them ready!” Love calls out from the other side of the room, holding the two most annoying toys in the world up in the air. The all-encompassing turtle toys shake in her grasp. They’re neon turtles with every known texture, made from patches of squishy, crinkly, scratchy, and soft fabric. The turtles light up and play repeating music that make one’s ears want to bleed.
But the twins love them to the point of obsession.
I look at Amos, who holds Alana, and he nods.
“You got this, buddy,” I say to Asher, setting him down on all fours just as Amos sets down Alana.
Love wiggles the two toys, the loud music catching their attention. She sets them on the floor, and the babies are off, crawling toward their turtle.
We cheer them on in an adorable little baby race. We make bets on wh
