Daddy's Turns 30

On October 4, Daddy (Mike) turned 30 years old. The girls and I thought of what we should do for daddy. So while daddy did some work and then went to go play golf, the girls and I started on our adventure to get Daddy a nice birthday present.

The first stop we arrived at was a clothing store. I thought, ok, Its 2:00PM I have 3 hours, I had to go to 3 places, so this means we could do it in plenty of time. The question was...could we do it without any tantrums? So we are at the first store. I carry the girls in under each arm and put them in the basket. Phew! Workout one, achieved. We strolled through and found a nice shirt and tie for daddy to wear to work. When we were about to check out. A lady and her daughter stopped us and started talking with the girls. They were laughing and enjoyed the conversation. A checkout, carry out, and buckle down the time was 3:00PM. Not bad, I have 2 more places to go.

Next stop, Party City! Now I was unsure if they had any baskets or not, but they did. So again, with a child under each arm, put them into a basket. Phew! Workout two, complete. We went inside went to the back and purchased some balloons for Daddy's birthday. Ok, now I have two children AND balloons to get out to the car. First I put the balloons in and then belted the girls in their seats. Time. 3:45PM. Great! This would leave plenty of time to make our last destination. WALMART.

Arriving at Wally World I grabbed a basket, loaded up two toddlers and embarked on a grocery shopping adventure. We enter the store and I have a list. This is a must when shopping with twins, and for some reason I still end up with more items than on my list. This trip thankfully was somewhat uneventful. With the exception of the muffins in the bakery. The girls know that every time we visit Walmart, they get the mini muffins. So as we pass the area, they get really excited and say "this! this!" What do I do? Pick up the package and give my children a muffin. This is the least I can do for good behavior in the store. So third store, complete. We are now at 4:45PM. This gave us enough time to get home, put the groceries away and go meet Daddy, and friends, Joy and Jan for supper at a restaurant. On the way home. Juliana kept on screaming "Tay! Tay! Tay!" She had started to cry. I figured out that "Tay" is her word for balloons and that apparently she is afraid of them. Poor girl, they were swarming her head in the car and she hated it. Nothing like pushing a child to face her fears.

The family at Salsas

We ended the evening with dinner at Salsas and put the girls to bed at 8PM. While the girls were sleeping, Mike opened his presents from us and ate the cake the girls and I made for him. What a fun and exhausting day. Happy Birthday Daddy. We love you.