After nearly two weeks of sickness and being house-bound, today Emma and Elizabeth both went to school and I took the twins to story time at the library. Or, wrestling match between Mommy and the twins, as I like to call it. I say some variation of the following the whole time: "Sit down. Don't pull all the books off the shelves. Maddie is sitting on that chair- you can't have it now. Shhh. Come back here."
Love outings with twin toddlers.
As we were leaving, a friend of mine told me that her kids had a first- making a giant mess while she was in the shower this morning. They somehow got a hold of the tube of diaper ointment and spread it everywhere. Now, she has two 22-month-olds and a nearly 5-year-old. Holy cow, how on earth has she made it THIS LONG without a giant mess while she was in the shower? I mean, that's par for the course at our house. I showed some sympathy, but perhaps not as much as I should have. (Maybe if I hadn't been elbowing Annie into her carseat, watching Maddie press all the buttons while sitting in the driver's seat, I could have had more sympathy.) I mean, this was the worst of the mess this morning at my house:
And I would know.
1 comment:
Three kids...ha ha ha. Thanks for your comment. I wonder how many more there are with similar stories. It's probably more common that I think.
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