At the end of last week I started to get a bit of cabin fever, and figured that the weekend was as good a time as any to attempt to take both boys out... at the same time. Of course, it didn't hurt that Grandma and Grandpa were still in town, and with a 3 to 2 ratio, what could go wrong?
Surprisingly, absolutely nothing.
We took the T from Cambridge down to the Frog Pond, and since squish slept almost the entire time, we almost forgot that he was there. Having gotten that first trip out of the way, I can definitely say that I am already feeling much more confident to travel out with the boys on my own. These past ten days couldn't have gone any better and I almost forget what it was like to only have one little monkey to chase after. Almost.
10 days??? Where has the time gone? Can someone please make it slow down? I feel like another 4 years is going to pass with the blink of an eye.