home, managing the babies’ care was about as easy as it could be. they were all like little alarm clocks that ran on formula instead of being wound up. every three hours, the formula on the clock would run low and its alarm would go off. fill it up with formula, and the clock re-sets itself and goes into snooze mode for another three hours. other than the occasional leaky clock or minor maintenance work needing to be done (aka: bath time, tummy time, or cuddle time), piece of cake. the nights were long only because we had to get up to feed them, not because they were up screaming 