Last April, just after we moved to Fremont, I was in Target and ran into one of the nurse practitioners from Max’s pediatrician’s office.
I knew she had three kids: two elementary school-age boys, and a daughter. She had her daughter with her, and I couldn’t believe she was already 3. When we first met her, her daughter was 6 months old.
Then I noticed she was pushing a double stroller.
Me: Are these yours?
Her: Ya… I had twins last August!
I just stared at the identical boys.
Her: We decided to have one more. Four kids seemed good.
Me: What did you say when you found out you were having twins?
Her: Oh, I can’t repeat that in public!
She went on to say that they were really good, mellow babies. And that being THAT outnumbered wasn’t too bad.
I don’t know her husband, but I can say that if anyone can do it, she can.