A while back we got a flyer in the mail announcing there would be a community party at the community center in our neighborhood. Andrea and I thought this would be a great opportunity to get out with the babies because, let’s face it, going anywhere with the twins requires a lot of planning and always leaves us feeling a bit drained.

So Saturday arrived and we began preparations to get out of the house for the noon start of the party. We picked out cute outfits for the twins and Andrea and I planned our morning. While the babies were doing their 10:00 a.m. breast feeding session, I would shower and get ready myself. After the babies were done breast feeding, Andrea would shower and get ready while I fed them their oatmeal and then dressed them.

Our planning worked flawlessly. At about 11:45 a.m., we all congregated in the loft. Andrea looked great. She had put on makeup, styled her hair, and was wearing shorts and a t-shirt that would leave people doubting that she had twins just eight months ago. The babies looked great too. They were fed and happy. We gathered our belongings to bring downstairs to load everything into the stroller. For some reason, Andrea decided to look at the flyer we received in the mail.

“What’s the date today?” she asked.

“It’s the 11th.” I replied.

Andrea looked up at me and slowly handed me the flyer.

I glanced down at the flyer. Underneath the “You are cordially invited…” stuff it had the particulars starting with the date.

DATE: February 12, 2006

We looked at each other in disbelief. All that preparation, down the tubes. We briefly considered going somewhere else but we knew we couldn’t go far because they’d have to eat in another hour and a half. So, we changed them to normal clothes while cursing our foggy brains that eight-month-old twins have wrought.

Today, we did it again. Only this time we made it to the party. A good time was had by all.

Daddy & TheMonk

Mommy & Bri