I’ve gotta tell you, I’ve always wondered how the mothers of multiples do it. I’m not even talking about a freakish amount of children, I am impressed by the matriarchs who handle twins!
Today, I had the privilege of watching Ari’s best friend, Nelson, while his mama returned to work. And when I say the “privilege,” it’s because he is seriously the easiest kid to hang out with. I’m not just saying that, it’s objectively true.
So, effectively, today it was as if I had twins. Two boys, the same age with the same rambunctious energy.
Wil offered to help with the changing of diapers. I was thrilled! He also said that if he was sleeping to “only wake him up if it was an emergency,” and an “emergency” was not considered the following statement:”Ari pooped in his pants!”
When Nelson arrived, Ari was still sleeping. So he made himself at home.
We decided it was time to visit Ari’s grandparents who live only a few flights downstairs. Unfortunately, there was a strange man fixing the washing machine, so we had to make other arrangements. Ari convinced me to go to the playground. He said he would sit in the stroller if Nelson agreed to push him. Nelson obliged.
We arrived home, and it turns out (while the boys were waiting for their clothes to dry in the dryer) that Ari’s Jewish Grandmother was available…with pizza!
And then this happened: