So it happened. I jinxed myself. That same day I told you all the twins were doing better, the universe decided to throw a wrench into that idea. We took them out to dinner and as soon as we got home and I took Cavan out of his car seat, he started projectile vomiting all over me and the floor. It was lovely. Thankfully it was a one time deal and he seemed ok after.
Now I would love to tell you how they are doing, but I'm afraid if I do it will just be the opposite later on. So for now, it's a mystery!