In 2019, we officially began our adoption journey. Our profile was simple: we were open to adopting one baby, age 0-1, any gender, any nationality. We were over-the-moon excited, full of hope, and totally unaware of the surprise coming our way.

Then the phone rang.

“They’ve matched you with 8-month-old Caucasian identical twin boys,” our adoption worker said.

We were stunned — and we spent a solid hour pacing, talking, praying, and wondering… could we really handle twins? Finally, we looked at each other and said, “Let’s do it.”

But just before hanging up, the worker sent us a photo — and two things were immediately clear:

🚨 One Baby Registry, Now Doubled

1. These boys were definitely not identical, and
2. They were absolutely adorable mixed-race babies.

Twinhood, here we come.

Cue the chaos. We had prepared for one baby, not two. Our “fully stocked” baby stash suddenly felt laughable. I had diapers in every size, a few containers of formula, a scattering of clothes… but these boys were already 8 months old! What size diapers? What do they eat? What do they wear? What even is twin math??

Thank goodness we had just had an adoption shower, but again — that was for one baby. I panicked, tossed everything in the car, and rushed to Target and Walmart like a woman on a mission. I called my best friend to come help because two hands are always better than one — but there was a catch. I knew nothing about the boys. No height. No weight. Not even what formula they were on. Just names.

So naturally, I turned into that lady at the store — awkwardly stalking new moms in the baby aisle.

“Hi! How old is your baby? What size diapers do they wear? What food are they eating? What clothes fit them best?”
(I’m fairly certain a few people considered alerting security.)

That evening, our boys arrived — and the real adventure began. Thankfully, we had a village. Our “bonus family” in Oklahoma — Granny, uncles, aunts, cousins — rallied fast. But the first night? That was all us.

While I played undercover twin detective at Target, my husband was scrolling Facebook Marketplace like his life depended on it — hunting down a second crib pronto.

👶 Welcome to Twin Life

We tiptoed through those early hours, taking turns rocking and feeding one twin while the other slept peacefully… until, of course, it was his turn to scream. What we learned fast? “Don’t wake a sleeping baby” does NOT apply to twins. You wake one, you wake both — on purpose — or you’ll never sleep again.

We quickly realized that a shared schedule was non-negotiable, and with help from family, friends, and what felt like half of Amazon Prime’s inventory, we found a rhythm.

Granny helped us figure out everything from getting out of the house with two squirmy boys to how to sanitize bottles with one hand while holding a baby with the other. We were exhausted, overwhelmed, and totally in love.

🚐 And Then Came the Minivan…

After about a month, we had a new routine, a full home, and one big realization: my Toyota Camry was NOT made for twins. So naturally, we leveled up to a full-blown mom van.

💸 June 2019: The Month That Cost Us Everything… and Gave Us Even More

Let’s just say that June 2019 was not a budget-friendly month — two cribs, two of everything, daily Amazon deliveries, a new van, and more coffee than we care to admit. But it was also the month our hearts doubled in size.

We didn’t get what we expected — we got something far better. We got them.

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