It was simple serendipity that I was seated next to the Art Director from TWINS magazine at a dinner early last summer. We got to talking and she showed me pictures of her twin grandbabies. And told me stories about how they lived with her when they were infants. I showed off photos of my singleton and patted the enormous mound of belly before me and told her all about the twin fellas I had on board. She gave me a business card and said, "We haven't had identicals on the cover for awhile....gimme a call after they get here."

My babies were six months old before I found her wrinkled business card, sticky with Mylicon drops, and shoved under the diaper wipes. But I called. And a month later we were off to a commercial photography studio for their "shoot".

I'd love to say my little guys took to modeling like Don Imus to an inappropriate comment. Sadly, they did not. The studio was cavernous. Huge fans made it noisy. And there were enormous filter lights hanging right above them. Not at all like getting their pictures taken at home. After a great deal of fussing (in duplicate) and a few big, dramatic tear drops, they settled in long enough to get some decent shots.

But nary a smile from either boy that day. Throughout the entire shoot they wore what my husband and I know to be their "apprehensive faces". All crinkly eyebrows and sucked-in bottom lips. I believe it is the exact expression I wore when I waited on a chair outside my elementary school principal's office thirty some odd years ago after hitting Sean Points with my little metal Lassie lunchbox. A blow he had coming, by the way.

Yesterday when the magazine came in the mail, I'll admit, I bragged a bit. Okay.... I bragged a lot. Email announcements went out to friends and acquaintances. Briefly, I even considered writing my own press release before the better judgment of my spouse prevailed. "They are just babies, Nik, geez!" said the Grinch incarnate.

But they are MY babies! ON THE COVER OF A MAGAZINE!! Maybe it's not Newsweek or even Rolling Stone but hey, ya gotta start somewhere, right?