Who: Bridget and Cal Where: The townhouse What: No more avoiding When: Sunday 4 August Rating: TBD, likely low Open: Not today Status: Threaded, in progress
Bridget maneuvered the double stroller containing the boys into the house. After three months she was already looking forward to and simultaneously dreading the time when her twins were old enough to walk on their own. On the one hand that meant they'd get into all sorts of trouble by being mobile enough to be independent, on the other it meant she wouldn't have to lug the stroller seats up two sets of stairs to the bedrooms. This house was nice, but it would have been nicer if it had bedrooms on the ground floor. That or an elevator.
Logan was fussing in his seat, which meant that Eddie would start any minute. It had been two hours since they fed and they were both probably getting hungry as well as tired from their trip out to the park. "Hang on kiddies, mommy'll provide dinner in just a little bit ok? Let's get you upstairs first."
Of course they weren't really going to understand, but hopefully the soothing tone would quiet them down long enough to get them upstairs.