We have three, count it, three double strollers: One for the car seats, one to jog with, and a tandem…you know, for when I feel the urge to push a stroller that’s exactly as long as I am tall. When I was going scan-happy at the baby store I figured these three strollers would ensure that all our bases were covered.

But never once did I consider that I might find myself schlepping a single 17 pound baby around the mall…until today. It seemed a bit dramatic to pull out the double-wide for only one baby so I carried him. But then I got tired. And by the time I was leaving the mall I was holding him with a death grip by the back of his pants and he was sagging and hanging at my side like a really heavy rag-doll. Of course, I was causing a scene…and it wasn’t the usualwow look at that twin-mom she’s freaking amazingone.

So if you’re a twin mom looking for tips on going shopping with one baby – bring a single stroller. Because even though three should be plenty, just like everything in twin-land, it’s never enough.

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I think Little Man L fell off the couch the other day but I’m not quite sure. I know, I’m confused too.

He was on the couch taking a nap with pillows all around him and I was watching him very closely. Then I needed to feed Little Man J so I sat on the couch doing that and must have passed out. It’s not surprising since I had gotten a total of two hours of sleep the night before. When I woke up L was on the floor playing around. He wasn’t crying and we all know he’s a crier so now I’m completely confused. Did he fall off the couch or did I get up, move him to the floor, and pass out again?

Not sure.

 

 

This is what America has come to…

While some names are perennially popular, other tend to rocket their way up the list. According to the Social Security Administration, the fastest riser on the girls’ list is Briella — possibly thanks to Briella Calafiore, the blonde hairdresser of “Jerseylicious” and “Glam Fairy” fame.

Huge chunks of the child bearing population are now naming their children after trashy reality TV stars…awesome.

Can’t wait to see what an entire generation of kids who are taught to idolize reality TV aspire to become.  I predict a spike in butt-munches, alcoholic bar fighters, and porn stars.

That tag clearly warns against letting kids sleep on these pillows. Looks like we missed another one.

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Little Man J crawled under the jump-a-roo to chase down the paci L dropped. He’ll do anything for a paci fix.

…and had themselves a funny little photo shoot.

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I’m not sure how I feel about Mother’s Day.

Sure, when we were out for dinner and the Japanese man who owns the steakhouse came over to take a complimentary Mother’s Day picture of our family I teared up over my relief that I finally get to be part of the in-crowd. And I love having babies, being a mom, and having a day dedicated to that…but only because I’ve crossed over.

There is a piece of me though that’s stuck in infertility hell and can’t get out; that is so jaded by years of feeling sad, isolated, bitter, and broken that I can’t help but to shun the day just a little. I ignored all the mommy posts on Facebook today and took a moment to reach out to those I know who, instead of being moms, are dealing with another failed IVF cycle, an adoption that fell through, and a surrogate that backed out. For them, today is hell and because of that I struggle to fully embrace it.

Sleeping babies can be so funny…and quiet.

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