Phew. What a weekend.
It all started on Friday. We had planned on going to our local parade, so the race to get everyone to eat, into clothes, and strapped into the car was on….and we actually MADE IT ON TIME!!! In fact, we were early, found a great parking spot, and got everyone situated on the blanket with bottles/snacks.
I then texted my brother, who we were supposed to meet. He ended up being set up in a different spot, so we packed up and walked thru the crowd to meet him. He was there with his family, and a friend’s family. All together, there were 10 kids…8 of which jumped up every time a piece of candy was thrown. My oldest seriously had more candy than he got at Halloween. We let the twins have suckers, so they earned new nicknames: Sticky and Icky. They all loved the marching bands, and we really had a good time.
It was then home to take naps before going to my husband’s work party.
This was not quite as good.
No one took a very long nap, so we were a little (A LOT) cranky. We needed to stop on the way to get a dish to pass, and milk for the babies to drink. This resulted in screaming in the car while waiting for Dad to come out of the grocery store. By the time we finally got to the party, mommy was ready for a nap.
Not the kids. They were wild. And ready to party.
At first, I think everyone thought they were cute and funny. Plus, all three boys were dressed alike, so there were all the questions…are they twins? yes. Is he (my bigger twin) older? Uh, no. They are twins. But which one is older? They were delivered by emergency c-section, and came out within the same minute. Are they about a year old? No, they are 2. They were born very early, so they are little.
Then, I had a beer.
I think I got to relax for about a minute.
Then, my oldest wanted to jump on the trampoline, my little guy made a poopy, and my other guy wanted to keep grabbing ice from the drink tub and eat it….which led to crying because it was so cold. Plus, there was the running from outside to inside, some girls at the party putting my oldest in a dress and make-up, and the constant grabbing of food off the table. Did I mention the baseballs they found and proceeded to throw around?
My husband was very helpful trying to watch/entertain them with me, but it was exhausting, and after the cookie crumbled (literally) all over the floor, I was done. Time to go home. Do not pass go. Do not go watch the fireworks even if you paid me $200.
Luckily, my husband was still game for taking the oldest to the fireworks while I put the twins to bed and took a shower.
Next time we go to a party, I am bringing the leashes. I mean backpacks.