Mother's Day at the Museum

For Mother's Day, after a delicious omelet breakfast in bed, two pink gerber daisies from the boys and a lovely new coffee mug, S decided that we should go to the museum. This entailed the usual packing for the millenium because there is no pick up and go when you have infant twins. We need to bring food (my boobs and some bottles for back up), a way to heat the bottles (my boobs are always warm), diapers, change of clothing, change pad, wipes, bibs, blankets (thick and thin), large stroller, hats and extra socks because you never know when a sock will disappear into the molecules.

Once they were fed and changed into their new two-piece pyjama outfits, one yellow and one blue, with matching socks, we loaded them into the car along with the aforementioned paraphernalia and started the drive. Five minutes into the drive S realized that he didn't have his wallet, that in fact he had no idea where it could be, and worked himself into a frenzy of oh my god my wallet is lost. We turned around, drove back to the house, found the wallet in approximately 2.5 seconds and started out for the museum. Crisis averted.

Pin started crying immediately upon arrival. We headed to the cafeteria to get drinks and feed the boys, both of whom were in slow-mo and took approximately forever to to eat. Eventually, both were fed and changed and we headed up into the museum proper to begin the enjoyment. First stop, the Wedgwood exhibit. I managed to admire one objet d'art when Pin started crying again. I walked at breakneck speed in circles through the exhibit, hoping the motion would soothe him while whizzing past gorgeous pottery. I whirled through the exhibit over and over, admiring on the fly, but Pin was not to be distracted. I finally pulled him out of the stroller and carried him upon which he immediately fell asleep. I put him back in the stroller and resumed my frenzied circle of the exhibit, but he started crying again and this time S carried him until he fell asleep. This was repeated through the Art Deco exhibit, the European collection and the Bat Cave. Duckling remained asleep through the entire visit, but he managed to do a huge poop; the smell emanating from his side of the stroller was powerful enough to peel paint and I'm surprised we weren't asked to leave before we damaged any of the exhibits. Not wanting to tackle it on one of those rickety fold down changing platforms in the washroom, we decided to pack it in and take them home.

Babies change your life in ways you can't even imagine