This was a banner weekend at the Childsplayx2 household. We actually took at least one of the twins out on both Saturday and Sunday.

On Saturday, TheMonk and I went to my Y*M*C*Ato see the Healthy Kids Day activities our Y was hosting. TheMonk got his face painted and was fawned over by every childcare worker we have. At first, he wasn’t sure by all of the attention. His look was so serious that his cheeks seemed even chubbier than usual, leading one of my staff to say that he looked like a “little Godfather.” I had to laugh, because it was so true. After a while, however, he warmed up and we had a great afternoon. TheMonk started babbling non-stop (showing off to the pretty girls, I’m sure) until we finally had to head on home.

On Sunday, the whole family packed up and headed to the church where we will be getting them baptized, figuring it would be nice to actually attend a mass at the church since we’ve never attended that one. Again, TheMonk wanted to talk after getting warmed up. Luckily, it was muffled by his binky and it wasn’t too loud. Swee’Pea also got into the act by letting out an occasional shriek. Overall, however, they behaved beautifully.

After mass, we headed to the mall to get them some baptism clothes. I suggested bathing suits, but Andrea wasn’t too sure. So, we picked up a little white dress for Swee’Pea and a cute little suit for TheMonk. Stay tuned for photos.

The greatest thing about this trip is that Swee’Pea got the front seat in the stroller (she’s usually too shy to be comfortable in the front seat) and she LOVED it. She was swinging her feet and waving to everyone who passed. Being the typical big brother, TheMonk kept trying to reach forward and pull Swee’Pea’s hair. But, overall, it was a great time.

The other great thing that happened this weekend is that our dear friends Chris and Kristie volunteered to baby sit while Andrea and I went out. I know. I’m nominating them for sainthood in the near future. They can be the patron saints of twin parents. Anyway, Andrea and I enjoyed a dinner out followed by some coffee at Starbucks. The conversation was great and we only talked about the twins 85% of the time. Not bad. Although, you know you’ve been preoccupied when you can no longer remember your age.

Me: “I can’t believe I’m going to be 35 in a few months. Thirty-five! Where did that come from?!”
Andrea: “You’re going to be 35?”
Me: “Yep. And you’re going to be XX*”
Andrea: “I am? No, I’m not!”
Me: “Yes, you are. You’re X years younger than me. You were born in 19XX. That means you’re going to be XX.”
Andrea: “Wow.”

So, as you can see, we need to get out more often. If only to keep track of our age!

*The author wishes to remain sleeping in his bed. The couch is not nearly as comfortable. Therefore, his wife’s age will not be revealed in this post.