Please tell my brother

And now, the twins. I am extremely pleased to report that both Noah and Logan (eating his brother at left) are at home. I met each of them over the weekend, and I can't wait to see them again outside the hospital - in Logan's case, outside of a very dim NICU where we weren't even allowed to hold him. (Blah blah not the mother or father blah blah blah.)

My other sister (mother of my other twin nephews) has sent a nightly batch of photos, some of which you see before you. At the risk of sounding like a bad aunt, I'll admit I had to call and verify which twin was which. But my hunches were correct! For reference purposes, I have determined that Noah has chubbier cheeks despite weighing less, and the bridge of his nose is flatter than Logan's. These are pictures of each when they came home from their respective hospitals. Logan is just chilling in his fly blue lion outfit, but look closely at Noah down below. He's pretending to be innocently asleep in his carrier, sure ... and then you realize he's flipping you off. That's my boy.