Contributing Editor Mir also blogs at Woulda Coulda Shoulda and Ty's Toy Box.

We've got infertility blogs, mommy blogs, daddy blogs, multiples blogs... really, just about anything you could want is out there. So I thought I'd look for some dad-to-multiples blogs to see if I could find anything good.

I was duly rewarded for my efforts. As usual, it's pretty much "seek and ye shall find" out in the blogosphere.

Demonstrating that no one should parent without a sense of humor--and that goes double for parents of multiples!--Matt of Abbie & Ian & Tory Update decides to reminisce about the birth of his twins, 6 months ago. His account is complete with pictures, of course. My favorite part?

This picture is from the day after they were born. It's a picture of someone, possibly Tory, but I'm pretty certain that it's at least one of my kids. I probably should have made a note of who's who.

(You've gotta love an honest man.)

Matthew at Childs Play x2 was kind enough to share his guide for new parents, which includes multiple nuggets of wisdom (fitting, as a father of twins!) such as:

There's no I in TEAM. Raising a baby is everyone's job. Dads, I love you. I really do. But we get a bad rap when it comes to baby care out there and the only way we're going to beat this rap is for us to rise up and change diapers, do 3:00 a.m. feedings, and play with the kids. Oh, and moms out there, I love you too. I really do. But you have to trust us dads just a little bit. I mean, what are the chances we'll actually maim the child? It's really very slim.

Fergus Hadley of My Diary of Triplet Fatherhood manages to capture the fleeting sweetness in the chaos with three busy infant daughters. I was touched by his recent post, Happiness Is...:

Who's playing wth my shoelaces? Jem was somewhere above my head last time I looked up from the board book I'm reading to Evie, but she was playing on her toy piano then and the discordant clang of her launching herself at all four keys together stopped a few seconds ago. With the speed she moves nowadays, she could be anywhere.

A slender finger begins to carefully intrude into my ear hole and pause to see who's taking such an interest in my orifice. "Anything interesting in there?" I ask, turning to see... Scarlett (It takes me a moment to figure out who's doing the exploring from such close range). Apparently not. She squawks once, nearly shattering my eardrum, and rolls off in search of other entertainment.

He goes on to describe the scene further, before ending his entry with:

I sweep them both up in my arms and they instantly forget their collision, squeeking with excitement instead. I roll sideways and there find Scarlett has come to investigate the rumpus. A raspberry on her neck has her squeeling, too, and I'm happy as I've ever been.

Finally, I ended my wandering through the multiple-daddy blogworld with Two Okapis. Jeremy's post today, titled A 7.6 on the Relationship Richter Scale, is simultaneously about the changes parenthood has wrought on his marriage and also a love letter to his wife. He makes no bones about it:

Frankly, when I look back I am awed that we survived. You can't prepare for two at a time - especially when you're not even prepared for one.

The first year was terrible. We were completely exhausted, drained and overwhelmed. I can't really remember any non-baby conversations, though there must have been some. Our roles as mother and father crushed our husband and wife roles. The second year was a bit better and we started to periodically remember we had these other roles as well. We tried to make more time for time together and it helped a little. It really wasn't until the third year that significant improvement occurred in our relationship. This year has been, by far, the best year for our marriage since our Okapis were born.

And further down:

Amazingly, cuddling helps to bring back all those feelings of what it was like before we had our Okapis, before the earthquake and the aftershocks completely changed the nature of our relationship. Cuddling is like feeling connected to someone again, the only someone I have ever truly felt connected to - until our Okapis came along. While my connection to them is very special to me, my wife will always be my first true love. She will always be how I define family, where I learned about love, where I learned about me.

Go visit some of these awesome dads who are juggling two or more babies, and remember that it's not just us moms doing the hard work.

Mir

[image credit: North Central London Strategic Health Authority]