A typical outing

So, I'm not sure how it is out in public when you only have one baby, but with two you better enjoy talking to random strangers. Nate and I went to the all mighty Bass Pro Shop last night to purchase a hand gun-- Nate has a love for guns and despite our few shotguns he was saddened by the fact that he had no gun he (or I) could hold in hand...Needless to say, it took forever.

Anywho, while pushing around our gargantuous stroller we had lots of looks and smiles as usual. We also got a few families with toddlers who came up and just peered into the car seats like the boys were buckets of candy for their children to feast on. All are very normal things that go on when we all go out. But, my favorite are the few brave souls who just have to strike up a conversation. "Boy you've got your hands full" is probably the most common thing Nate and I hear. "Do twins run in your family?" With my reply, "no they don't." And for some reason they look shocked like someone can't just have two babies at once unless there is an underlying medical reason to do so. Next is, "oh, are those twins!?" No, they're just two babies that look totally alike that I bought at Costco--it's amazing what comes whole sale these days.

While waiting for Nate to sign the millions of papers necessary, I had two female employees that had to talk to me about the boys. One was super nice and we had a pleasant conversation about how she dated a twin and blah blah blah...The other lady was ridiculous. After asking, "are they identical?" (another one I get ALL the time) and me explaining, "well, we don't really know because we found out late in the pregnancy....and yadda yadda yadda" our 5 minute conversation included her telling me about how twins run in her family and so does alcoholism. Well, really only her brother is an alcoholic. Oh, and also her dad who was never in her life..And how she's 30 years old and her eggs might be getting old and she'll have to worry about mental retardation in her children if she doesn't act fast. I reassured her that her eggs were fine. After some more information that you should never tell someone within 2 minutes of meeting them I finally was able to say, "oh, it looks like he's done down there" and was able to leave the girl who offered up way too much information that I cared nothing about.

I don't know how someone telling me the boys were cute lead to alcoholism and absentee fathers, but in my twin world that's how life works.