… attend a gender reveal party for our friends, the Cruikshanks! Kristen actually entrusted me with the results from the ultrasound last week so that Brian and I could stuff confetti in balloons for the reveal. So for an entire 5 days, WE knew what they were having and they didn't… most fun and most difficult secret ever to have to keep!
Me with the baby mama
(Also, sorry for being so superficial, but WHY is my face always so shiny? I have tried liquid foundation, power foundation, and a combo, but still no luck. I don't really have oily skin, so I can't figure out what the problem is. But it's obnoxious.)
… attempt the transition from two naps to one for the twins. I wouldn't call it a success, but thankfully not a total failure either. On Saturday, we didn't put them down until 1 pm because we were out and about. Clara slept for 1.5 hours and Colby played for an hour and then slept for 30 minutes (translation: NOT LONG ENOUGH FOR EITHER ONE OF THEM IN MY BOOK). Thankfully, they weren't cranky the rest of the day but were definitely tired.
… put the twins to bed at 6:30 pm on Sunday evening. We put them down for their nap at noon (hoping earlier nap would equal longer nap), which worked better than Saturday for Clara (she was in her crib and quiet for 2 hours and 45 minutes). It worked the opposite of well for Colby, however (see below for details), so for everyone's sanity, an early bedtime it was!
Chilling while Daddy picked out beer, er, I mean, organic fruits and vegetables in bulk.
We did NOT...
… contract West Nile Virus, though I did go for a run at dawn (mosquito prime time, apparently) and we did spend some time outside playing with the Cozy Coupes. I think the cool front that blew in might have put a damper on the mosquitoes' plan for world domination.
Love these two little munchkins
… this is not a "we" statement, but Colby did not take a nap AT ALL on Sunday. As in, he did not have one single second of sleep between waking up at 8:30 am and going to sleep at 6:30 pm. He spend the entire 2 hours and 45 minutes of naptime playing, screaming, banging on the wall, or some combination thereof. That kid has undeniably inherited both his mommy's and daddy's stubborn genes.
… make it through drop-off at the church nursery without tears from both babies. I for some reason assumed that having the twins in daycare would mean they would not ever have issues going to the church nursery, but that's because I didn't factor in that we don't go to the church nursery every single day. Thankfully they warm up quickly, but I still hate leaving them when they're wailing like we've betrayed and permanently abandoned them.
… consume any Dairy Queen blizzards, but I sure wish we did.
So what did you/did you not do this weekend?