The babies made their debut appearance at a church related event on Saturday.
Yeah, I know, we've been home a month.
We've also been sick.
And Paul has worked a couple of Sundays.
And our church is trying to be a mega church in a mini building, so there's no possibility of getting the double stroller through the packed halls. Seriously.
At any rate, I thought I should dress them up a bit for the occasion.
Adorable matching smocked outfits, right?
Look at them. *I* see a girl and a boy.
However, when I brought Mr Luke downstairs, Paul asked me what on earth he was wearing, and Sam asked me why he had a dress on only moments later.
Hmph. What do they know?
It's a bubble, not a dress!
THIS is a dress!
So we get there. And we're meeting people. And we get the dreaded, "How old is she?" And they're talking about Luke.
It wouldn't have been so bad if Paul hadn't gloated a bit.
Anyone want to buy a really darling smocked bubble in size 18 months, worn only once?
Spare a click for us? Thank you!