I've said this before, but I find it to be true even more now - after having twins it's as if I only exist from the shoulders down (or whatever happens to be cresting the top of where the boys stand or sit). And you know what? I kind of dig it. My beauty routine is wash, brush, gloss and go.
Tonight we went to dinner with a friend and his son (who goes to daycare with our boys) at the party hour of 5:30pm (blue plate special applies to oldies and parents). At the dinner table we heard applause - suspecting a sports game on TV we started looking around to see who touched down/scored/home ran (?)/whatever. Then we saw the applause was for our boys - Cole and Wilson were waving madly at a table of girls next to us and the girls were clapping and cooing back. Weirdly enough, walking out of the restaurant we again happened on a group of applauders cheering the boys' roll (our walk, their stroller roll) up the street. Strange ... but whatever - yay.
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I always feel like applauding when I see the twins also. They are so fine!
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