Twins Baby Birthday Quotes

#1. I KNEW IT WAS OVER

when tonight you couldn't make the phone ring
when you used to make the sun rise
when trees used to throw themselves
in front of you
to be paper for love letters
that was how i knew i had to do it

swaddle the kids we never had
against january's cold slice
bundle them in winter
clothes they never needed
so i could drop them off at my mom's
even though she lives on the other side of the country
and at this late west coast hour is
assuredly east coast sleeping
peacefully

her house was lit like a candle
the way homes should be
warm and golden
and home
and the kids ran in
and jumped at the bichon frise
named lucky
that she never had
they hugged the dog
it wriggled
and the kids were happy
yours and mine
the ones we never had
and my mom was

grand maternal, which is to say, with style
that only comes when you've seen
enough to know grace

like when to pretend it's christmas or
a birthday so
she lit her voice with tiny
lights and pretended
she didn't see me crying

as i drove away
to the hotel connected to the bar
where i ordered the cheapest whisky they had

just because it shares your first name
because they don't make a whisky
called baby
and i only thought what i got
was what
i ordered

i #Quote by Daphne Gottlieb

#2. One of the early tip-offs to me about the enormous changes that were going on with being in a Bangalore house, home, where the young woman from a nearby village, who had been hired to baby sit newborn twins, suddenly said after two weeks of work: 'I'm sorry, this is too much work, I'm going to try applying for call center jobs. The pay is better.' #Quote by Bharati Mukherjee

#3. Shepley walked out of his bedroom pulling a T-shirt over his head. His eyebrows pushed together. "Did they just leave?"

"Yeah," I said absently, rinsing my cereal bowl and dumping Abby's leftover oatmeal in the sink. She'd barely touched it.

"Well, what the hell? Mare didn't even say goodbye."

"You knew she was going to class. Quit being a cry baby."

Shepley pointed to his chest. "I'm the cry baby? Do you remember last night?"

"Shut up."

"That's what I thought." He sat on the couch and slipped on his sneakers. "Did you ask Abby about her birthday?"

"She didn't say much, except that she's not into birthdays."

"So what are we doing?"

"Throwing her a party." Shepley nodded, waiting for me to explain. "I thought we'd surprise her. Invite some of our friends over and have America take her out for a while."

Shepley put on his white ball cap, pulling it down so low over his brows I couldn't see his eyes. "She can manage that. Anything else?"

"How do you feel about a puppy?"

Shepley laughed once. "It's not my birthday, bro."

I walked around the breakfast bar and leaned my hip against the stool. "I know, but she lives in the dorms. She can't have a puppy."

"Keep it here? Seriously? What are we going to do with a dog?"

"I found a Cairn Terrier online. It's perfect."

"A what?"

"Pidge is #Quote by Jamie McGuire

#4. My grand baby is growing so fast, I can't believe she's already celebrating her first birthday in this month of October 2016. Happy Birthday Norah Grace, grandma loves you. #Quote by Euginia Herlihy

#5. My firstborn and my baby both tried to shed me like a husk from the start, and the twins came with a fine interior sight with which they could simply look past me at everything more interesting. #Quote by Barbara Kingsolver

#6. Two days after his twelfth birthday, a fortnight before his father was jailed for debt, Charles Dickens was sent to work in a blacking factory. There, in a rat-infested room by the docks, he sat for twelve hours a day, labelling boot polish and learning the pain of abandonment. While he never spoke publicly of this ordeal, it would always be with him: in his social conscience and burning ambition, in the hordes of innocent children who languished and died in his fiction.
Pete thinks we all have a blacking factory: some awful moment, early on, when we surrender our childish hearts as surely as we lose our baby teeth. And the outcome can't be called. Some of us end up like Dickens, others like Jeffrey Dahmer. It's not a question of good or evil, Pete believes. Just the random brutality of the universe and our native ability to withstand it. #Quote by Armistead Maupin

#7. I worry about you too," I said softly as I caressed her head resting against my chest. "You look tired."
Lark didn't speak for a minute. When she finally looked at me, I saw a lot of different emotions swirling in those bright green eyes. "I feel like shit. I'm tired and dizzy. I can't eat ninety percent of the food I used to eat. I feel awful, but I'm afraid to complain."
"Why?"
"Maddy just had her baby and she was so tough about the whole thing. I'm surprised she didn't give birth in the middle of the grocery store then go back to picking up things for dinner. Next to her, I'm a weakling. Also, Farah is going to be all brave and awesome too. I don't want to be the whiner."
"First of all, Maddy's got that natural breeder look about her. Some chicks are like that and you can't let the exception be your rule. Besides, you're having twins. You have more baby cooking to do than she did, so screw comparisons."
"I just don't want people to think less of me."
"By people, do you mean Aaron?"
"We barely met and got married and now I'm getting fat and I'm tired all the time. I don't want him to lose interest."
"Oh, Lark, you're so fucking stupid sometimes."
"Yeah, I know," she said, grinning. "We have that in common."
"So true."
"Mom said that I'm like her and she had a guy like Aaron and she suffocated him and he ditched her. I know Mom sucks, but what if she's right and I wear down Aaron and he stops loving me?"
#Quote by Bijou Hunter

#8. People seldom live up to their baby pictures. #Quote by Rodney Dangerfield

#9. November 30th marks Luna Hale's eighteenth birthday. Time fucking flies - I remember when she was just a baby and we'd tap each other's noses and say beep beep. #Quote by Krista Ritchie

#10. People think blood red, but blood don't got no colour. Not when blood wash the floor she lying on as she scream for that son of a bitch to come, the lone baby of 1785. Not when the baby wash in crimson and squealing like it just depart heaven to come to hell, another place of red. Not when the midwife know that the mother shed too much blood, and she who don't reach fourteen birthday yet speak curse 'pon the chile and the papa, and then she drop down dead like old horse. Not when blood spurt from the skin, on spring from the axe, the cat-o'-nine, the whip, the cane and the blackjack and every day in slave life is a day that colour red. It soon come to pass when red no different from white or blue or black or nothing. Two black legs spread wide and mother mouth screaming. A black baby wiggling in blood on the floor with skin darker than midnight but the greenest eyes anybody ever done seen. I goin' call her Lilith. You can call her what they call her. #Quote by Marlon James

#11. A big birthday party, a family vacation, or other large-scale events like those are all wonderful, precious, and such a treat. But it's the day-to-day little things that we do - cleaning our home and our bodies, caring for ourselves in sickness and in health, nurturing a new baby - that carry the biggest impact in our lives and the lives of our children. #Quote by Amanda Blake Soule

#12. I love to think that the day you're born, you're given the world as a birthday present. #Quote by Leo Buscaglia

#13. Cecily let her cheek fall to Leta's shoulder and hugged her back. It felt so nice to be loved by someone in the world. Since her mother's death, she'd had no one of her own. It was a lonely life, despite the excitement and adventure her work held for her. She wasn't openly affectionate at all, except with Leta.
"For God's sake, next you'll be rocking her to sleep at night!" came a deep, disgusted voice at Cecily's back, and Cecily stiffened because she recognized it immediately.
"She's my baby girl," Leta told her tall, handsome son with a grin. "Shut up."
Cecily turned a little awkwardly. She hadn't expected this. Tate Winthrop towered over both of them. His jet-black hair was loose as he never wore it in the city, falling thick and straight almost to his waist. He was wearing a breastplate with buckskin leggings and high-topped mocassins. There were two feathers straight up in his hair with notches that had meaning among his people, marks of bravery.
Cecily tried not to stare at him. He was the most beautiful man she'd ever known. Since her seventeenth birthday, Tate had been her world. Fortunately he didn't realize that her mad flirting hid a true emotion. In fact, he treated her exactly as he had when she came to him for comfort after her mother had died suddenly; as he had when she came to him again with bruises all over her thin, young body from her drunken stepfather's violent attack. Although she dated, she'd never had a serious boyfriend. She had #Quote by Diana Palmer

#14. Let them say what they want," Kuni said. He admired the pamphlets and laughed. "I look pretty good as a girl, though I think they are suggesting I lose a few pounds. I have to send some of these to Jia; she could probably use the laugh as I imagine the baby - may the Twins protect the child - is making her life very stressful." "What is wrong with you?" Mata Zyndu roared and tore the pamphlet in his hands into pieces. He smashed the table in front of him; then, for good measure, smashed the table in front of Kuni as well. He stomped and ground the broken pieces of wood into even smaller pieces against the stone floor. But his rage was not assuaged. Not even a little bit. He paced back and forth in front of Kuni, kicking the wooden splinters every which way. Servants scattered to distant corners of the room, away from the barrage. "What is so bad about being compared to women?" Kuni said. "Half the world is made of women." Mata #Quote by Ken Liu

#15. Libby was a Christmas baby, which meant she never got the right amount of presents. Patty would hold one extra gift aside - and Happy Birthday to Libby! - but they all knew the truth, Libby got ripped off. Libby rarely felt less than ripped off. #Quote by Gillian Flynn

#16. Growing up in my family meant ambushes on your birthday, crossbows for Christmas, and games of dodge ball where the balls were occasionally rigged to explode. It also meant learning how to work your way out of a wide variety of death traps. Failure to get loose on your own could lead to missing dinner, or worse, being forced to admit that you missed dinner because your baby sister had tied you to the couch. Again. #Quote by Seanan McGuire

#17. I'm a summer baby, so I usually have my birthday as a good summer memory. #Quote by Sloane Crosley

#18. None of the store's balloons seemed right. They offered birthday wishes, congrats on a new baby, but nothing to celebrate the reunion of a mother and child after a government-engineered separation. Then Laurie spotted some early-bird Valentine's balloons. They were red, heart-shaped, and printed with the simple words Te quiero. I love you. #Quote by Margaret Regan

#19. The birth of a new born baby is a great joy. #Quote by Lailah Gifty Akita

#20. It's just that, right now, I want to hear you promise me that if we do run out of time and I go mad, like Miranda, it ends with me. The curse ends here, because our baby will be safe. You will make that happen. Isn't that so?"
It took him a minute. "Yes," he said finnally. "It's so. Although, if we're just going to talk about the baby, I can think of an easier way to save her."
Oh? What?"
I'd just lock her up from her sixteenth birthday on."
Lucy didn't laugh. "Don't think I haven't thought of that too, love. but here's the thing. That parents try that in all the fairy tales. It never works. #Quote by Nancy Werlin

#21. I hadn't seen him in quite a while and he'd grown at least four inches in the months between our visits. With his perfect teeth and constant huge smile I found myself looking at him in a whole new way. Gone was the skinny kid whose birthday was the day before my own and loved saying we were the same age for that twenty four hour period before I officially turned a year older than him. He wasn't that twelve year old who'd yanked on my hair and put baby oil in the sunblock so I got a nasty burn when we visited a theme park together. Suddenly I saw Jim wasn't a little kid anymore. He was a guy - a hot guy at that. A hot guy who spent the entire day glued to my side. #Quote by Melissa Simmons

#22. I would love to have twins. I think there's something nice about having two babies, and they're there for each other their whole entire life. #Quote by Melanie Brown

#23. Lemurs are good parents but they do it in different ways. I originally studied father care. I was very interested in that and we saw that a lot of these animals that lived in pairs and the father wasn't doing anything at all for the first month. But then suddenly, when the baby got to be a certain weight then the dads chipped in and started carrying the babies which was very nice. And then if there was twins or triplets then they helped. #Quote by Patricia Wright

#24. I had twins, so it was really uncomfortable [to sleep], because you lay on one side, and there's a baby, and you lay on the other side and there's a baby. So I had a really hard time with it. #Quote by Jennifer Lopez

#25. Could anyone fully understand the wonders of how a baby develops in the womb of a woman? This is the mystery about birth. Birth is by divine power of God. #Quote by Lailah Gifty Akita

#26. The hideous thing is this: I want to forgive him. Even after everything, I do. A baby before my 17th birthday and a future as lonely as the surface of the moon and still the sight of him feels like a homecoming, like a song I used to know but somehow forgot. #Quote by Katie Cotugno

#27. I could have slapped him from the way he moved backward, abandoning the sweet ecstasy of kissing forbidden places that had aroused me. He sat up on the side of the bed and bowed his head into his hands. Then he sobbed, "Always you manage to defeat me, Cathy! First Paul, then Julian . . . and now a baby." Then suddenly he faced me. "Come away and let me be the father to that child! Julian isn't fit! If you never let me touch you, let me live near enough so I can see you every day and hear your voice. Sometimes I want it back like it used to be . . . just you and I, and our twins. #Quote by V.C. Andrews

#28. Abby touched her palm to my cheek. "You know what, Mr. Maddox?"
"What, baby?"
Her expression turned serious.
"In another life, I could love you."
I watched her for a moment, staring into her glassed over eyes. She was drunk, but just for a moment it didn't seem wrong to pretend that she meant it.
"I might love you in this one. #Quote by Jamie McGuire

#29. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY JESUS #Quote by Ashley Capps

#30. Anyway, time is more than counting days. On the outside, people think clocks tell them the time. They set an alarm for work and wake up to a blinking light that says six a.m. They look to an office wall to tell them if it is time to go home. The truth is, clocks don't tell time. Time is measured in meaning. I better get up for work or It's time to feed the baby. Or That was the year I got cancer or That is the day we celebrate your birthday. Or Remember when our father died or Let's remember to plant turnips this spring. It is meaning that drives most people forward into time, and it is meaning that reminds them of the past, so they know where they are in the universe. #Quote by Rene Denfeld

#31. I think we should kill her…What? She's ruined my entire day. Made me fight with my wife and now you tell me she's a spy sent to put us all under the jail. What part of 'kill your enemies before they kill you' did you sleep through? Your dad was an assassin, same as my mom. Don't puss on me now, boy. You know what they'd do if they were here. Hell, your own mother would tear her up, spit her out in pieces, and not blink. (Sway)
He's right. None of you have any reason to help me. Why should you care? (She clicked the vid wall and a picture of a teenage girl was there.) That's my baby sister, Tempest Elanari Gerran. Her birthday was day before yesterday. She turned sixteen in jail with my mother. I may be out of line, but I'll bet when you guys turned sixteen, you had a celebration for it with presents and friends wishing you well. You won't just be killing me. You'll be killing them, too. Tempest is a prime sexual age and a virgin. Any idea what's the first thing her new owner will do to her when she's sold? I don't want her to ever know the horror that was my sixteenth birthday. (Alix) #Quote by Sherrilyn Kenyon

#32. They didn't fly out of my body, I actually had to push the little fuckers out. #Quote by Sonia Clement

#33. Contemplations on the belly
When pregnant with our first, Dean and I attended a child birth class. There were about 15 other couples, all 6-8 months pregnant, just like us. As an introduction, the teacher asked us to each share what had been our favorite part of pregnancy and least favorite part. I was surprised by how many of the men and women there couldn't name a favorite part. When it was my turn, I said, "My least favorite has been the nausea, and my favorite is the belly."

We were sitting in the back of the room, so it was noticeable when several heads turned to get a look at me. Dean then spoke. "Yeah, my least favorite is that she was sick, and my favorite is the belly too."

Now nearly every head turned to gander incredulously at the freaky couple who actually liked the belly.

Dean and I laughed about it later, but we were sincere. The belly is cool. It is one of the Seven Natural Wonders of the World, an unmistakable sign of what's going on inside, the wigwam for our little squirmer, the mark of my undeniable superpower of baby-making. I loved the belly and its freaky awesomeness, and especially the flutters, kicks, and bumps from within.

Twins belly is a whole new species. I marvel at the amazing uterus within and skin without with their unceasing ability to stretch (Reed Richards would be impressed). I still have great admiration for the belly, but I also fear it. Sometimes I wonder if I should build a shrine to it, #Quote by Shannon Hale

#34. The year I was born, 1956, was the peak year for babies being born, and there are more people essentially our age than anybody else. We could crush these new generations if we decided too. #Quote by Tom Hanks

#35. Fuck, baby, I can't wait. I need to get inside you."

"It's my birthday! Don't I get a say?"

"After this, I need to take the edge off." Chris scoots up the bed, thrusting inside me, hard and fast. "Goddamn, eating that pussy gets me so fucking hard. #Quote by Alexa Riley

#36. My birthday was Monday, now I finally get to go home and enjoy it with some Burger King. Here I come baby! Burger King! Burger King! #Quote by James Toney

#37. I'm very hopeful that I'm not the only one who's willing to pick up the baton of freedom, because freedom is not free, and we must fight for it every day. Every one of us must fight for it, because we're fighting for our children and the next generation. #Quote by Ben Carson

#38. Wish on everything. Pink cars are good, especially old ones. And stars of course, first stars and shooting stars. Planes will do if they are the first light in the sky and look like stars. Wish in tunnels, holding your breath and lifting your feet off the ground. Birthday candles. Baby teeth. #Quote by Francesca Lia Block

#39. He was known for throwing elaborate parties, known as "freak dinners" - perhaps most notably the "Gondola Party" he hosted in 1905 at the Savoy Hotel in London, where he filled the hotel's courtyard with water, dressed everyone in Venetian garb, and served dinner to guests aboard a giant gondola. Lest this be deemed insufficient, he arranged to have a birthday cake - five feet tall - brought in on the back of a baby elephant. #Quote by Erik Larson

#40. Today was my forty-fifth birthday. Impending old age and a problem marriage were staring me in the face. Not a good place to be. I figured that right now, I had two choices - crawl out of the pit, or wallow and die. To wallow or not to wallow? That was the question. Look at Scarlett O'Hara. Did she cry and whine when Rhett walked out the door not giving a damn? Well, okay, she did. But not for long, I'll bet. Not Scarlett. Same story here, baby, same story here. #Quote by Karen Cantwell

#41. Come together. Twins Forever. #Quote by Tegan Quin

#42. Today's toys contain computer chips, so they can move and talk; this stimulates the mind of your child. Notice I say "your child." MY child just wants to eat the toys. #Quote by Dave Barry