When we announced your births eons ago social media practically didn't exist. So, I wrote your expected due dates on all the bathroom stall doors I used. And when you're pregnant and peeing and barfing frequently, that's a lot of bathroom stall doors. So, news traveled quickly.
But, the third time around, we're doing it right! (I feel this may be a trope that we hear throughout your lives--how we totally messed up with you two and how the third gets all the good stuff. Your words, not mine!)
Your dad is a huge movie fan and he ain't so bad with the photoshop. He's put a lot of time and love into this (while I do the hard incubating work). And you guys have mostly done nothing, so if you could sort of, kind of, just stay over there for a minute, while we announce something important:
We're having a trilogy!
Okay, so sure, everyone loves a good trilogy. It's very exciting.
But, we all know that there can't be a third without the first two. And that's you, Babybel and Danjo.
Don't worry, nothing will change. (Everything will change.)
I love you no matter what.