
The boys had a chaperoned double playdate last week with the adorable twin girls that live next door. Seriously, how lucky are we to have a set of twins that live next door? The boys love having little playmates and I don't know what I'd do without their wonderful twin mommy! Who else could ever truly understand those twin moments that seem to fall straight out of the sky, right when you least expect them? You know, you're maneuvering two toddlers and four bags of groceries up the two flights of stairs to your apartment when, as if orchestrated to happen at exactly the same time:
- One twin starts to tumble down the stairs
- The bottom breaks in one of your groceries bags
- One twin catches the falling groceries, only to attempt to chew his/her way through a plastic produce bag
- You go to reach for the tumbling twin, when you run your hand against the old banister, getting the nastiest of splinters
- As you're rescuing the tumbling twin from a two-flight fall, squinching from the pain of the splinter and reaching your second arm back to stop the other twin from choking on plastic, you hear your car alarm going off and realize that, in all the chaos, somehow the alarm button got pressed on your car keys
- Then, as you are contemplating what to pick up first, your now crying twins (because one REALLY wants to chew through the produce bag and the other was scared out of his/her mind at the prospect of plummeting down the stairs) or your groceries, which have managed to scatter themselves throughout the entire apartment coreway, you smell the dreaded dirty diaper... and then, realize it's not one you smell, but TWO! AAGH!
- As you (FINALLY!) get through your front door, with two needing-to-be-changed toddlers and several arms-full of smashed groceries, you look at the clock and realize it's only 8:30 am and you still have nine hours to go until Daddy gets home! :)
My point is, it's great to have them as neighbors and we're loving the double playdates!