You Can Call Me Elisha Otis

For some reason, when I was pregnant with the Twinstroms, my biggest concern was how I would pick them both up at the same time. Why on earth I chose that conundrum to fixate upon for the duration of my pregnancy, the world may never know, but it was the puzzle my brain worked on for the better part of the gestational period. I googled, researched, imagined, and asked questions of some Mother of Multiple veterans. The answer, overwhelmingly, was "you'll figure it out." In general, that is the axiom of parents of multiples.

Sure enough, as soon as the Twinstroms were on the outside, I set myself on the path of “figuring it out.” In no time, I had my very own technique, not only for picking them both up, but feeding them simultaneously, holding them simultaneously, just about everything but diapering them simultaneously. As they have gotten bigger, techniques have been modified, new experiences have emerged, and they are no longer the fragile little people they once were. Now mostly mobile, and at least 3X their birth weight, this whole “picking them up at the same time” business is getting harder and harder.

I am lucky in that my twins are on the exact same schedule. They do everything at the same time (and I mean EVERYTHING, even… you know… the messy diaper thing… yeah, that). So, when I’m alone during the day with them and the four-year-old, transportation between the living floor of our house and the sleeping floor of our house before and after naptime requires some ingenuity (specifically because they are now mobile, and everyone is always trying to pilfer toys from one another – including the four-year-old, who doesn’t know his own strength). They say necessity is the mother of invention, and this mother was necessitating some invention – so, here is the Twinstrom’s new luxurious elevator.

THE “ELEVATOR” IS USED FOR TRANSPORTATION PURPOSES ONLY (and apparently a brief snapshot). ONCE AT OUR DESTINATION, ALL PASSENGERS ARE REMOVED FROM THE “ELEVATOR.”