|All packed in and ready for a trip to the store.|
Here's an example of a typical outing. It starts with me getting ready for an hour because you are constantly in the spotligt with twins. I don't dare head out without mascara on, a clean shirt, and a bag full of baby supplies. I wouldn't want someone to see me struggling and have a pity party.
Once we get to the store we can occasionally make it from the car to the front door without stopping because people realize I don't want to be a road block with that giant stroller.
|This is how we do it if it's just mom-- pile on the goods.|
By the time I get to the checkout, the boys are SPENT. They are ready to go, but there is always a friendly cashier waiting to ask every question I just spent the last hour dodging. Somehow no one seems to mind when they're wailing at the top of their little bitty lungs for me to get them out of there
I'm in the process of making a sign to hang on the stroller that says:
Taylen and Dayr
1 month premature
That sure would save me a lot of time in the future!