I'm flying solo with the twins today. Quite frankly, it's the equivalent of a suicide mission. They're totally adorable, don't get me wrong. And I love spending time with them. It' just that they climb on things now. And they climb over things now. And we're only half baby proofed around here. So it's hard work manning the peanuts.
I caught Kate strolling around the play area with the Costco card. Which reminds me, I need to get myself over there and buy a box of diapers. I could not figure out how she got her little hands on it. Then I realized. She shimmied herself up the couch...way up the couch. Far enough she could reach over and grab things off the desk behind it. She grabbed Sarah's wallet, opened it, and took the Costco card out.
You're probably wondering where I was while all that was taking place.
There's a simple answer to that question.
I was chasing my son Thomas who escaped from his poopy diaper.
So you can see how things can quickly spiral out of control here.
Back to the actual point of my story. In an attempt to break up the monotony of our day, I strolled my posse down to the park. It's about two blocks away from my house. Seriously, you can't beat Sea Cliff. This town rocks if you've got two little bean bags.
I tossed them into their swings and they chatted each other up in their 1 year old gibberish twin talk. I believe James Cameron consulted with them when he created that silly Avatar language. And I'm only kidding about that because I can't stand James Cameron and I wouldn't let him near my kids.
Anyway, when we got home from the park, we rolled back into the living room. I left the TV on, because seriously, you try loading two babies into a stroller that's parked outside the house that's only half baby proofed. So the TV was on when I walked in.
And there he was. Just like it was 1982. Tad F'in Martin!
All My Children, are you serious? It's so long on one show that it can't even be considered acting anymore. The show is on EVERY SINGLE DAY. This guy spends so much time being Tad Martin that he can't possibly be a real person anymore! He must have just morphed completely into being Tad Martin by now. Right? Seriously. WHAT is up with that?!
It's totally freaking me out for him. Does it freak you out too? Or is it just because I'm flying solo with the twins today...