I'll Take Two

My grandparents left a lovely Brio train set at the house. Since my brothers and I have fond memories of fighting over it like tiny banshees playing with it, it's pretty cool T gets to continue the tradition.

The playing part, not the banshee part.

Hopefully.

It's Talenzilla, king of the train set!

In regard to siblings, I'm kind of freaking out about the transition from one kid to two. Can I do this?

Can I change twice as many diapers?

How am I supposed to find time to do yoga without a baby kicking me in the head?

Can I keep random objects out of two mouths?

Will I remember to feed them?

Will I ever be able to shower again?

How many times can you hear the Barney theme song before you go certifiably insane?

Will they get along? If not, what am I supposed to do about it?

Will I die of suffocation under a laundry pile bigger than K2?

Of course I'm being rational. What do you mean, I'm not the first mommy to have two children less than two years apart?

They survived?

Their children grew into well adjusted adults (read: they aren't serial killers)?

Yes?

Oh.

Okay.

I guess we have a pretty good shot at this.

If not, you know where to find me.

"Hellpppp!"
In case you were wondering, this isn't actually my laundry pile.
Much to my dismay, I do not own penguin sheets
... or maybe that's an XXXL penguin muumuu.
Gotta get me one of those.