It’s a walk in the park! Or not

Yesterday, my sweet twins and I joined up with our dear friend, The Mama Pad and her darling Baby N for a walk in the park. We’ve had unseasonably beautiful weather, and I was eager to see Mama Pad and her son and get the twins and I out for some vitamin D. The babies were all decked out in their newly acquired scarves and we headed out the door.image image

 The drive to the park was uneventful, even peaceful, albeit we were running late as usual. Since both twins were sleeping I elected to take the double stroller and pack my TwinGo. Mama Pad was patiently awaiting our arrival, we grabbed coffee and headed to walk.

Now, pushing a double stroller isn’t the most graceful event, especially while trying to carry an overly full coffee. Less than a minute into our stroll I had somehow managed to spill coffee all the way up and down my left side, leading me to wonder why in the world I chose a white shirt. Uneasy sounds were starting to emit from the stroller and before I could stop thanks to a well placed kick our precious musical giraffe from Grammy had flown out of the stroller and I had run over its neck. I stopped in horror, that giraffe gets us through car rides, walks and baths. To my immense relief it was still blissfully singing Jesu Joy of Mans Desiring, I put it back in the stroller and we continued on. The sounds of displeasure from the stroller were increasing in volume and we determined a nursing stop was required.

We found a lovely bench by the lake to park our strollers, and I proceeded to try and feed my little ones. Having checked the weather before I left the house and seen a forecast of 70 degrees, I foolishly chose to not bring the babies jackets. It was windy, it was bright, my babies were not pleased. Thankfully, Mama Pad and Baby N are wonderfully calm, peaceful friends, and remained a source of serene support as I tried to bop, bounce and nurse my screechlings. Eventually everyone calmed down enough for us to resume our strolling, and we got a beautiful few minutes before I remarked on the peace and quiet, and of course my baby boy woke up then, cranky and hungry.

However, to my delight Mama Pad taught me the art of carrier feeding, and I managed to stroll along with my tiny son eating away hidden from the world. Thankfully he went to sleep after eating, as my little girl woke up in a state of great displeasure. Poor little thing, it hasn’t been her week. Diaper changes, attempted feeding, nothing was calming her down. We eventually made it back to the car, where patient Mama Pad held her own equally patient Baby N and my poor shrieking babe while I frantically threw everything into my car. Thank heavens my baby boy was still sleeping, I transferred him to his car seat and then attempted to sing and soothe my very wrought little daughter until she finally calmed down enough to eat. She kept falling asleep and I attempted to gingerly place her in her car seat, but she wasn’t having it. Every time her tiny bum touched the seat blood curdling screams would ensue and I would snatch her back out and start the soothing/feeding process again. I considered calling my husband and telling him we were going to live at the park now as I literally couldn’t get home, but she finally was able to stay asleep and we blasted home in a cloud of dust and Ode de la Baby Puke.

imageMy dear husband presented me with tea with an encouragement sticker when I returned home. I changed and fed the babies and determined to take another walk to do groceries with the hubs in the hope that the babies would finally sleep peacefully, which they did. We returned home with mama sunburned but everyone in a much better mood.

Next was bath time, something my daughter lives for and my son tolerates. I do love our latest bath toy, and we now no longer have tears (at least while in the tub).

Bath times always brings about a blissful nap, and I determined a little wine was required to go with our nachos. I felt it to be quite indicative of the day when I failed to get the wine into my mouth and it joined the coffee I had previously splashed most decorously on myself. Eventually dinner was done, my precious babies were wrapped and sleeping peacefully, and I breathed a sigh of relief that I was no longer covered in coffee, wine and baby spit and the only crying I would hear for the next few hours would be in my head.

Wear those babies! Or, how I ever get anything done

imageHaving twins presented me with an interesting daily challenge. Not only are there many times throughout the day they both need soothed at the same time, (and, while possible, holding both at the same time is difficult and somewhat exhausting), once in a while the laundry must be done and something for dinner besides peanut butter toast is lovely.

imageWhen they first arrived, I tried wearing them both in a Moby wrap. This would last a maximum of 3o minutes, as even from the beginning neither of my babies liked their heads being pinned down. I would have a brief, blissful shot at blasting around the house getting things done before the screams would begin, and I would have to frantically attempt to extricate all three of our sweaty bodies from the wrap as fast as possible. Don’t get me wrong, I know there are many ways to wear babies and many different wraps, and I look forward to exploring those as the twins get older. But there are only so many ways to  carry bobble headed babies, and they didn’t like what I had tried thus far.

Needless to say, frustration ensued. I attempted bungling together a couple different carriers I had been given in a sort of homemade back front carry situation, but it always ended in me being smashed and my babies being uncomfortable. And uncomfortable babies cry, not good.

I determined if I was to successfully soothe both babies throughout the day, let alone ever get anything accomplished again, something must be done. We conducted careful research and determined the TwinGo carrier had to be our next acquisition. Several factors led to our decision, the TwinGo had amazing reviews, it had the promise of longevity of use as it would hold the babies until they were very likely too old to want to be carried, and it could be used as both a double carrier and as single carriers when we were both out with the babies. (Or, when Grammy was around and wanted to carry a wee one). I also loved that it was designed by a mother of twins. So, we bit the bullet and ordered one. Thanks to Amazon prime, our carrier arrived in the mail full of promise a mere couple of days later. (I know, I just really love Amazon).

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At first, the babies were not convinced. What was this thing and why was I stuffing them in it?! But after a few minutes of fussing they both fell fast asleep. And without fail, (short of being hungry or having a diaper situation) they will both sleep and hang out happily while I run errands, take out the trash, wash dishes, vacuum, etc. In great excitement I called to show my family on FaceTime. Game. Changer! Watch me work! Now when they’re fussy I can cuddle them both, all while making dinner or putting away the laundry.

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In short, I highly recommend the TwinGo. It is a lot like two Ergo carriers combined into one double carrier. Super comfy and supportive for parent and babies, breathable, and easy to use. (Even I can figure out how to attach it!). It’s also possible to carry kiddos of different sizes for those wanting to carry siblings. So far, our TwinGo has been vital to household chores, errands, general walks around the neighborhood, and my own sanity. Stand by, as I know I will have more adventures of twin carrying to share soon!

Errands, well planned chaos?

imageGetting out of the house and in and out of stores has become a bit more challenging these days. I will readily admit that if it were both possible and economically reasonable I would probably order everything online and have it delivered to my door step. And by everything, I mean, everything. Is it possible to have a smooth trip running around town doing errands wth babies in tow? Of course! But, mildly put, today was not that day.

The fact is, most of the time my errands consist of speedy, sometimes loud and often chaotic, dashes in and out of stores. No longer do I walk the aisles, I bounce up and down them in an effort to soothe fussy babes, all while trying to remember why I went down that aisle in the first place. When the cashier asks the typical, “did you find everything ok?” I survey the pile of groceries that multiplied in a seemingly miraculous manner, “oh yes…” I reply, wondering why exactly I thought I needed 7 bags of cheese. Then the dreaded, “did you bring your own bags?” I respond with an embarrassed “well yes but no because I left them right inside the door as I was dashing my twins one by one to the car in a desperate effort to finally get out the door but don’t worry I will recycle these”. The cashier nods in a condescending manner, as if they’ve heard this story many times before. I want to say, look lady, YOU try remembering bags on your way out the door with two babies but instead I just smile and know that one day if they have children, they too will forget their bags at times.

Today my husband came with me for errands, and having two people wrangling two babies undeniably makes it infinitely easier. But even that cannot prevent the chaos that insists on presenting itself at times. Knowing well the baby hunger game, I fed and diaper changed both babies in the car immediately before attempting the quick shopping we had to do. This entailed popping into one store for some bandana baby bibs I been coveting, (ha, like I “pop” in and out of anywhere these days),  grabbing a few groceries and some food for the cats. Despite having been fed less than five minutes previously, my little girl decided to wail her heart out incessantly the minute I put her in the carrier, and no, I am not one of those blissfully talented souls who can feed in the baby carrier. My baby boy, who was being carried by my husband, was on one of his infamous ‘nap strikes’ and had also begun crying inconsolably.

We briefly considered throwing in the towel and going home, but decided since we were already there, to brave it and just go for it. And let me tell you, if you think people don’t look at you enough with twins, try walking around with WAILING twins. One bonus, folks do tend to let you cut in line at the cashier, probably out of a desire to have the screaming go away. You know what’s fun? Bouncing, shushing, and trying to check out all at once. It’s great fun, really. You can imagine the looks on the cashiers faces.

We did all make it home in one piece, the babies resumed their more cheerful demeanors, and all was far more calm than just an hour before. We had survived the outing and the nosy fellow shoppers who all forget the concept of personal space the minute they see a baby, but that is another story for another day.