Happy Halloween! This pic shows the "before" of the girls costume, taken back in September. (I covered the couch in a white sheet for my photo shoot. See, we moms need to get together to prevent the torturing of babies in this manner.)

Well, it's been a few days. Last week I was doing anything to get out of the house. Thursday we went to two malls...that was depressing (our playdate had ben cancelled). At the first mall (atrium mall), there is a kid's playspace. It was ok--better for older kids. I was worried the girls were in the way of the other kids while simultaneously feeling disappointed the other moms there weren't friendlier--in fact, the friendliest people (besides the kids) were a grandfather and a nanny. What is it with moms? Aren't we all in the same boat? New to this world of being so devoted to a tiny being or two and trying to find ways to entertain the babe/s without going crazy ourselves. I wish I could figure out a way to help us all out more. I will post the various ways I'm stalking...uh, searching out other moms. A little later.

Back at the playspace, it cleared out to us and two toddlers. A sweet three year old girl took a great interest in the babies, so that was nice. Boy did she stare when I nursed them. Her grandfather said she had a 15 month old baby brother. I wonder if he was nursed or still is...will I be brave enough to nurse the girls in public when they're 15 months? I think I will be. I think the more moms that do it, the easier it becomes for other moms.

The second mall wasn't as depressing as the first--there were more people. The first mall had very few men at all, and kids were still in school, so it was just a bunch of women shopping and eating alone. But I felt bad putting the girls in their basically outgrown infant carrier/carseats and then into the stroller again. Because they'd rather play or be carried. But if it's just me, I do what I gotta do, which involves bribing them with an unsalted Auntie Annie's pretzel. I just went into a couple stores, looking for add-ons to the girls' costumes, but found nothing. I ran into a couple twin moms--one with 7 weekers and one with 5 month olds. I think I pissed off the 5 month old mom by saying how tiny one of the babies was--I just meant in comparison to my girls now (who she thought were 7 months old). And the 7 weekers' mom wanted to know the brand of Lena's shoes, which disturbed me--I guess because I wanted her to be distraught and asking for reassurance they wa I would have been then. Although I guess colic hadn't even hit us at that point, so my major stress then was not getting them to breastfeed and my own weight (I was still about 200 pounds then!).

So that was the day of the double malls. Dare I detail our trip to get the car inspected next?