Meeting the Twins in Los Angeles

Drove up to Los Angeles to meet the twins. We stopped in Santa Monica first — the pier already had its lights on, the Ferris wheel spinning, the beach parking lot full even in November. We didn't stay long. The twins were the point.

They are tiny, both in blue, and slept through nearly the whole visit wrapped in animal-print muslins. One kept working his mouth like he was mid-sentence. They got passed around the couch all evening, everyone taking a turn with a head cradled in one hand.

Hard to tell them apart yet except that one is a little redder in the face and yawns more. We got back over the hills just as the sun dropped.