Acquainted with the Night. Robert Frost was a master of the poetry game. Written in iambic pentameter with a terza rima rhyme scheme, this poem is about Ole Bobby's experience with depression and how it feels. What does this have to do with being a father of twins? Not a damn thing except for the title. At two in the morning last night with one kid on my lap and another asleep at my side, Acquainted with the Night popped into my head and I knew the words didn't apply but just the title stuck with me as I drifted back to sleep with a pile of the next generation on the love seat. This is a regular occurrence. Getting up in the middle of the night for bottles, pacifiers, diapers, bad dreams, and sometimes they just want their dad. When they were first learning to walk they would wake up in the middle of the night to practice so I would put a movie on until they were sleepy again and ready to go back to dreamland. Now they just want to be on top of Dad while they sleep which is fantastic. Being acquainted with the night has it's drawbacks for sure. You're tired all the time, people can tell by the bags under your eyes. You can't remember things your wife told you the day before which is always a marriage booster. Also, it's just not good for you. On the other hand, you learn to function on not a lot of sleep. You also notice things. Why do my weird neighbors keep their lights on all night. Where is the helicopter going that flies over a couple times a week at night. Why does the ice maker sound like a damn avalanche in the middle of the night. All valid questions. The real question is when is it going to stop. I'm sure in a few short years when the go off to college sleep will come to me like an old friend, but for now I'll remain acquainted with the night. And hey, I'm a BadTwinDad.....Me and Robert Frost....when two roads diverged in the woods, we took the one less traveled. Mine had twins on it. I'm going to keep on keepin on!