A Day of Firsts

Today, the girls and I had a day full of firsts. We started out with their first social event – a three-year-old’s birthday party. Chris put it perfectly: There was a time, not too long ago, where the idea of a party on Saturday meant something very different. This party started at 11 a.m. and involved delicious food, new friends and familiar faces, no booze and a lot of babies. 

At the party, we finally, finally got a picture of me holding both babies at once. See, I never got that photo at the hospital of me in a wheelchair with two babies all bundled up in blankets like little sausages. But today, Chris snapped a pic with his camera phone of me holding the girls. See? They are my children!

After the party, we stopped by the mecca of all things baby, Babies R Us. Here, we experienced another first: changing diapers in a store. And not just that, but nursing both babies in a store, too.

If you find yourself in this situation at a Babies R Us, the Mother’s Room is not quite the clean place to nurse/change baby that it claims to be. I am not a squeamish/germ-phobe type by any means (as evidenced by a previous photo of me nursing on a public bathroom floor), but the Diaper Champ in there was disgusting. It had blue splatter stains in it. Blue. How does that happen? Here’s where having our own changing pad came in handy. That, and hand sanitizer. I don’t have pics. (I will say, though, that if you’re going to run out of wipes in a public place, Babies R Us is the place to do it.)

From here, I insisted that we go get photos with the Easter Bunny. The girls were too young for Santa photos at Christmas, but the Easter Bunny? Just terrifying enough to warrant a special trip out to the mall. Surprise, surprise — the photo came out pretty nice, all things considered. 

What an eventful day. But! It’s not over yet. After all the activity, I knew the girls needed a thorough bath. Everything started out smoothly. I even remarked to myself how the girls are growing up so quickly, how they don’t cry when they’re in the water or shit in the tub anymore.

Then?

Oh yeah, you guessed it. I was getting Elise dried off when all of a sudden, she let loose. She crapped all over the towel on our bed. Sigh. I went to wipe her up when she started shitting some more. Dammit. Now we had a situation. I had to get another towel and several more wipes. I cradled her while setting out the new towel, her bum resting on my forearm….. and BLAM-O she shit on me. Not just “oops, got a little poop on my hand.” No, we’re talking an explosion that splattered all over my shirt and shorts and required another bath. For both of us.

No pics there, either. Thankfully.