Valentine's Day was definitely different than in years past (for two little 10-month-old sized reasons), but an enjoyable one nonetheless. Brian left mysteriously to "fill up the truck with gas" after I went to bed on Thursday night, and as a result, I woke up Friday morning to this:
That would be breakfast, flowers, an assortment of treats, and not one, but two cards- one from Brian and one from Colby, of course :)
And yes, we made sure to deck Colby and Clara out in festive Valentine's Day attire (shirts read "my heart belongs to daddy" and "mr. right"):
Brian took a half day of vacation on Friday afternoon, so we took advantage of the "free" childcare (read: already paid for) provided by the twins' daycare and enjoyed a lunch/shopping date before picking them up that afternoon. And you can imagine my excitement when I found these waiting for us in their daycare bag:
Personally, I was really impressed with the babies' crafting skills, and had no idea they knew how to use a laminator!
After the twins went to sleep, we ate dessert and watched Revolutionary Road, which turned out to be a terrible and depressing selection. After this and watching The Cider House Rules a few weeks ago, we have officially had our fill of movies ending in botched abortion attempts. Shame on me for expecting any movie with Kate and Leo to be as amazing as Titanic, I guess.
Saturday was filled with a birthday party (pictures below) and church. Thankfully we didn't get paged to come pick up inconsolable child(ren) during the service, but the nursery volunteer did point out (nicely, at least) that Colby has a habit of screaming whenever he sees something that he wants until he gets it (particularly if someone else has it). We are sadly already very aware of this fact, as is his sister, the most frequent victim.
On Sunday morning, I headed to the grocery store alone during the babies' nap time and jokingly bragged about my leisurely escape on Facebook. Well apparently pride really does come before the fall because we took a trip to Target later that afternoon with the babies and it was a NIGHTMARE.
It started off innocently enough with us trying out the double seated cart:
Don't they look happy and cute? NOT FOR LONG.
About 10 minutes into the trip, we noticed Clara's beloved wubbanub pacifier ("Pink Ellie") was missing. We started to retrace our steps in the very limited area we had covered in the store, but were having no luck. At about the same time, both babies started melting down, and so did I.
It probably would have been wise for us to just leave the few items we had already put in the cart and call the trip a wash, but there were a few things we really needed (I'm looking at you, massive box of diapers) and I was not interested in having to return later in the day. I was also intent on finding that pacifier. It was not pretty, and let's just say I left the store sweating and regretting several choice words that I used very loudly inside the store.
Once we got to the car and the reality set in that we weren't going home with Pink Ellie, I started crying. Clara was completely fine and happily accepted the back-up pacifier without skipping a beat. I, however, was mumbling through tears about how I had let her down, it was all my fault, and how Pink Ellie was special to me, too. I literally had a montage of videos/pictures of Clara with Pink Ellie playing in my head. What is wrong with me?! Hopefully some of you can relate to this slightly less than rational reaction… anyone?
Needless to say, we quickly located a store nearby that sold the same pacifier and procured one that evening. Brian told Clara (as if she had any clue what was going on) that Pink Ellie spent the afternoon at the spa and that if she seemed different, it was because she was refreshed and relaxed from her time away. And that is why I love him.
Anyway, I guess it's a good thing we had that extra day off yesterday so we could all recover from the trauma. The babies even did us a favor and celebrated the holiday by "sleeping in" until 8 am. (We were later punished for this by Colby taking terrible naps and behaving like a wild banshee at the end of the day, but oh well).
Happy Tuesday-that-feels-like-a-Monday, everyone!