People talk to us. We have to plan extra time into any trips out into the public, because people talk to us.
I try to be polite. Yes, they’re twins. Nope, both girls. Yes, that one’s older. No, I did not have them VAGINALLY. Yes, I breastfed. No, I do not feel like discussing why I quit with you, stranger.
When we went sightseeing in California, people took pictures. Of us.
It’s all fine. I guess I just don’t understand it. There are twins everywhere. Also, how do people not realize that if a baby looks upset or tired, sticking your face into hers and yelling is not going to help.
The twins group I belong to talks about this all the time. Their advice is to never stop moving. Answer peoples’ questions but don’t stop the stroller rolling. This works sometimes.
More often than not, though, someone will plant themselves directly in the stroller’s path so I have no choice but to stop and talk.
It just strikes me as odd. Once in awhile, it’ll happen every ten feet and I just wish they had been listening to all of the answers I gave the last person.
And I wish they’d lay off the boobs/vagina talk. Oh, and are they natural? I still get that a lot too. I like to respond that they are plastic.
James and I would like you to go to your settings and choose the thing that makes it viewable in mobile. We can't heart your stuff on our phones because we are fancy and have the T plus app.
I think I did it, but let me know if it didn’t work!
I got no sleep.
The baby kicked in her own shit and it got all over me.
The “child-proof” window blind string thing got installed too high (again), so I couldn’t pull it the way you’re supposed to.
So when I opened the blinds it shot off and hit me in the fucking eye.
I can’t find the bananas I bought at the store, which would not be a problem except that the girls were in a hunger meltdown and I knew I bought them so I kept looking and looking and they kept flipping more and more.
I didn’t put the mesh bumper back in the crib and the baby got her foot stuck.
Today is cancelled. Let’s see what you’ve got, Tuesday.
I noticed a block spot crawling on Nellie’s neck.
So that’s how long I enjoyed our trip to Connecticut.