The Mighty Expeditions of Babies Tan

We've gotten much braver since the Sunday when we had to go it alone. The mere thought of taking the twins out used to just send me into catatonic fear. But usually a baptism into fire means that everything else feels like chicken feed. So, first, I took them shopping. My aunt and I took the babies to Centrepoint and while it wasn't the most fruitful and extravagant shopping trip, we did manage to accomplish much before Jordan's tummy gave a terrific rumble which is almost always followed by the most dramatic of wails. Before the hunger call, Jordan behaved like girls do at the mall, busy looking around, looking at shoes, clothes everything within her limited line of sight. Evan, on the other hand, exhibited typical male behaviour. He was happily passed out in his pram that we had parked in the corner. When we regaled this to Packrat, he expressed little surprise and commented what boy wouldn't fall asleep- full in the belly, comfortably cosy with air-conditioning and a padded ride, what more could a boy ask for.

Anyway, after that, we thought it was high time the twins paid their God-grandparents a visit. They'd only seen the twins twice, once at the hospital and another time at the babies' one month bash. And these are people who love the twins unconditionally, even without having seen them, showering them with gifts and a most expensive breast pump set so that they could have sustenance round the clock even when Mommy decides to make a run for it to get some air. My only reservation was the long car ride to their place. The twins hate their car seats as can be seen from their extremely disgruntled photos in the post about their big day out.

Thankfully for most of the journey, they were okay. I think they've got a 20 minute tolerance for the car seat because it was only toward the end that Jordan started being antsy and whiny. But that was actually the beginning of an extremely nice evening. As expected, the God-grandparents fawned over them and they allowed all and sundry to carry them, even the usually fussy Baby J.
























Here's Evan on God Grandma's shoulder. If it looks like he's about to devour it, you're right. Shoulder. Fleshy. Yuuuummmmm....

So, one down, one more to go. My baby girl strangely enough, was comfortable enough in this house that she'd never been to, to pass out in my arms and later on in the pram (yet another one of their public enemies!). That meant we could actually have a proper dinner instead of one where I am either fed by Packrat or I'm holding one of them and trying to shovel food with the other hand.

Even better was when the babies could provide us entertainment. Here's CY hysterically panicky when we unceremoniously plonked Evan into her arms. Even from the back of his head, you can tell that he's got the most bemused of looks looking up at his Aunty CY. He's probably wondering how she's going to handle her own babies when the time comes. And I think the thought was on all our minds and she must have telepathically heard us because she very loudly announced to Uncle Bryan that he was getting her a puppy and that was it!

So all in, an extremely successful evening and everyone passed out in the backseat on the way home. Poor Packrat, I'm sure he wished he didn't have to drive and pass out with the rest of the family. Well tough, he's too big to squeeze between the two child seats.