Parents in the audience: consider your house on its worst day. The beds are unmade, the dishes unwashed; the crayons and pencils and Lego bits tossed on the floor seem an inch deep, and you can’t see the carpet. Good: between dog stains and footprints that’s probably best. Lunch was a trial; they balked at the soup; naps were impossible, since one has the croup and the other is done with naps, forever, she says. It’s two o’clock. Eight hours to go, then a decade or so of the same.
Now multiply by three. If you’re the parent of an only child and believe that you’ve had some days that never seemed to end, well . . .
Multiply by six. They're going to need a Diaper Genie the size of a grain silo.


6-Kidlets
"The hospital will provide no further information about the babies at this time."
They've already printed their first and middle names. Other than weight & length, it seems as though there's probably not a whole more to tell on Day 1 of Life.