After Clarke (oh, PS, since we're using real names and everything, that's Husband's) gets home from work on weekends, it's all he can do to spend time with the girls. He works like 80 hours a week so that I can stay home. Blessing. I know. Anyway, I caught a few rare sleeping shots of him that I couldn't keep to myself. Sorry, babe. Love you.
Um. Twins? Yep.