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It is like Stuff on my Cat but the baby version. Rather than doing the things I should be doing (like folding the laundry that is thrown into Derby’s crib) I am taking dorky pictures of the twins. They like it….they told me so. At least they did before they started screaming.

Man, mom don’t you have any Tupac on your iPod?!

Hey esse, wuz up

Even gangstas need a binker sometimes

I finally let Derby just chill with his silky and baby doll

Then he likes to suck on the satin edge

Loen under the silky

Pondering Proust

Super cuteness

I’m trying to decide if this is more South Florida Retirement Chic, Rhoda or “Papa can you hear me” Thoughts?

Oy vey, the price of potatoes these days

Ok Mom I’m done. D-O-N-E got it?

Speaking of screaming. I went on a walk with Jeni and Grady yesterday. The weather reports said it would be a high of 75. I thought it would be so nice, but I noticed as I was packing the car it was starting to feel really warm. I asked Jeni if she wanted to walk or drive to the mall. She wanted to walk (it is a pleasant 1.2 mile walk). It was all well and good before the weather turned MOLTEN LAVA HOT. It was way warmer than 75. We made it down to the mall (the malls are open air in Santa Barbara) and we both had some errands to do there. I made a quick detour to Baby Gap since the twins have been growing out of their clothes so fast, now I am getting 3-6 month outfits! We got stopped (again) by someone commenting on the twins. The usual conversation goes like this when I have them both in the double stroller:

“Oh, you have TWINS?!”

“yes”

“A boy AND a girl. You are so lucky!”

“Thank you. We are lucky”

“Ohhhh, how old are they?”

“Almost 7 months”

“Hmmmm, they are kinda small”

“They were preemies”

“My (insert the following: friend, sister, neighbor, pastor) had a preemie. They were (5 pounds, 2 weeks early, spent 3 days in the NICU…etc) now they are (25, 6′, top of their class……)”

“Oh that is good to hear.” (I don’t tell them that is NOTHING like the twins) Then I attempt to leave before random strangers feel the need to touch them.

Yesterday was a little different because a 4 year old bent down, looked at them and wrinkled up her nose. “It smells like poop, I bet he did it.” She looked at me a moment more and added “But they are cute though”. A well mannered child throws in a compliment after telling you that your kids stink. I thought I would run into Bath and Body Shop (they have great deals on antibacterial soap) before walking to the other end of the mall to Nordstrom. All moms know that Nordstrom has the nicest diaper changing areas. As I was checking out Derby started his new air raid cry. It starts off quiet then escalates till the hair on the back of your neck stands up. I knew I had to get to the changing area fast. Derby’s wails set off Loen who started to scream. I’m hustling to the other end of the mall while the twins turn up the screaming to an 11. People are moving out of my way and throwing me the pity look. I’m starting to sweat because it was so hot. I finally got them changed and rearranged. They slept the whole walk back to Jeni’s house. I was exhausted for the rest of the day. I kept thinking how much nicer it would be if Tadd was there to help me load them up and get our behemoth double stroller in the back. It is an awesome stroller except it weighs 34 pounds. That was my excursion for the week.