There are just some things you never imagine you’re going to do… like my friend Daphne who served as a judge for her daughter’s jump rope competition this past weekend.
I guarantee that between kamikaze shots at ladies’ night in college, she never thought about her future as a jump rope judge.
And I, as I shimmied on the bar after too many kamikaze shots, never thought about heading out on a Sunday morning to a giant tag sale for mothers having multiples.
I still can’t believe we are having twins, never mind going to some kind of multiples tag sale. I’m 29 weeks and every time I go to the doctor, I’m like, “Wow. There are TWO BABIES in the there.” I’m like one of those dogs who is so EXCITED to see his owner even though the owner was only gone 5 minutes. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve had three miscarriages and it’s always hard to believe this is all happening or because I’m just canine-like or because having twins is such an amazing, hard to grasp concept.
It doesn’t help that people are always telling me that I’m so tiny for someone having twins. I know everyone means this as a major compliment but it actually makes me panic that maybe one of the babies fell out or got lost or something. Please reserve that “You’re so tiny” for after I’ve given birth.
But every time I go to the doctor, the two babies are still there and in normal range although the doctor has referred to the boy as a “meatball” and the girl as “petite.”
So on Sunday, we took Mr. Meatball and Miss Petite and our girls to this giant tag sale. I’m not good at tag sales. I get completely overwhelmed and just want to leave. And I got immediately wigged out by things for sale like stained clothes and used teething rings.
But I knew the trip was totally worth the effort once we saw this… the Peter Potty Urinal.
Now I know NOTHING about boys, but do they really need their own urinal?
Of course, the sale was packed but I learned a few tips like wear the bouncy seat you want to purchase on your head so your hands are free to look at kids’ pajamas.
In the end we scooped up a few things we needed and got in line to pay…
Rick looks so darn happy carrying the Diaper Dekor. Just imagine if I had let him buy that mini urinal.
As for other baby stuff, we’re just borrowing things and also plan on using the Bluefly accessories wall thoughtfully, per Tim Gunn.
P.S. For those of you who do not watch “Project Runway,” disregard the last sentence.
P.P.S. For those of you who do, who do you think is going to win? My money is on Seth Aaron. And by “my money,” I mean, all my “children’s used teething rings.”