This is pretty much how mealtime has been going lately, three times a day. I must be doing something wrong.
So I’ve done it now, twice. I’ve left the house with the babies, with no help, and driven somewhere in the car. Yesterday we went to Old Navy and I bought them some birthday outfits–they are almost ONE YEAR OLD (huh?!) but that’s another post. Then today we went to the East End Food Coop.
If you’ve been reading for a while you may remember how I used to get out of my walk-up in Brooklyn. For comparison, here’s the new way of getting out of the house.
Step 1: Make sure babies are dressed to go and wearing clean diapers.
Step 2: Carry heavy stroller from porch down three steps to the street. Carry stroller seats down and assemble stroller.
Step 3: Carry one baby down three steps to stroller and buckle in.
Step 4: Get second baby and buckle in.
Step 5: Wheel ten feet to the car.
Step 6: Strap Baby A into car seat.
Step 7: Carry Baby B around to other side of car and strap into car seat.
Step 8: Collapse stroller. Hoist stroller and seats into trunk.
Step 9: Drive away.
This part really wasn’t bad, though I won’t say food shopping while hauling along the double stroller with two restless babies plus a shopping cart wasn’t a challenge. I don’t think I could have made it up the little hill to where my car was parked if someone hadn’t offered help.
Also this is unrelated, but I realized when I got out that I was wearing a shirt and pants that didn’t match, and also that it was the first time I’d looked down at what I was wearing all day. I had at least, before I left, checked whether my sweater was stained and half-heartedly tried to rub some dried baby snot/food out of it. I ran into two people I knew at the coop (which is about all the people I know in Pittsburgh) so I guess there’s no more being anonymous.
Still, I can go places with the babies. Watch me.
See here for more getting out of the house craziness:
Don’t mind the mess. We will clean it up soon I swear.
Today the babies had their first taste of sweet potato. This was their first solid since our false start with rice cereal a couple months back. I’d say they definitely enjoyed it. They polished off the jar we opened, and by the end they were grabbing the spoons and opening their mouths for the next bite.
Sweet potato is very…orange. And it was everywhere. In the creases of their hands, on their shirts, pants, socks, sprayed on the table, on D’s face, smeared on his sweater, my shirt, and of course all over their happy faces. The table was full of soiled crumpled napkins. Safe to say it was about as messy as one tiny jar of orange mush could be. “Next time we should just strip them naked first,” I said. In any case, they enjoyed it, and they’re eating solids now. They’re practically adults.
This afternoon the doorbell rang, so I put down the baby I was holding and headed down to get it. I was halfway down the stairs before I looked down at my shirt. On one shoulder was a big wet patch from one baby sucking it, the other shoulder had spit up, and what must have been baby drool had left an oblong splotch all the way down my left breast. I really need to get serious about using burp cloths. Not that that completely solves the problem. Last month I definitely made it out to the mailbox before realizing my shirt was unbuttoned. That has happened more than once.
Here is what sounds amazing right now: Going on a nice long run, then taking a leisurely shower, putting on a smart outfit, earrings, and going out to dinner.