Today we achieved the Triple Lindy of parenthood: the double transfer.
Took the boys to meet my Mom at the playground in Maryland; rode the train and had a fine old time. Hit Target and cleared them out of their free stuff (check the other blog for details in the next few days). Both boys predictably fell asleep on the way home.
Rolled up to the house; no parking spaces out front. Darnit - how to handle this? Alright, Nate's older and can scream louder if someone tries to kidnap him, so Jack into the house first. Pulled up to an illegal street space and put on the blinkers. Scooped Jack up, locked the car, and bolted (gently, gently) into the house. Up the stairs, shades down, fan on, Jack into the crib. Shove the pacifier in when he starts to cry, bolt out of the room and close the door.
Run down the stairs, jump into the car, pull into a now open space. Grab Nate up, lock the car, speed-walk into the house. No crying from Jack's room yet. Into Nate's room, shades down, fan on. Tell him he can watch his TV after nap instead of before, give him Bumper. Close the door.
It's still quiet an hour later.