I succeeded in getting the kids fed, bathed, and dressed in the morning. I succeeded in making it to the church in time without any spitup on my dress. I succeeded in making it through the service without anyone (mainly the babies, but you never know) shitting their pants uncontrollably. I succeeded in making it to the restaurant along with everyone else (which means that my directions were correct even though I had never been there) and making it through brunch with two babies that really didn't nap enough.
I failed in not taking enough pictures...I took two the entire day! I took one of the babies on the floor in their outfits...it wasn't a good one though b/c they were wondering why everyone was staring at them. I took one of Hailey in the church...it's adorable, but Matthew was too wiped by the end of the service. I didn't get any shots of the four of us as a family. I didn't get any grandparent shots. I didn't get any great-grandparent shots and both great grandmothers were there...one from Philly and one from Long Island! I didn't get any God parent shots. I can't believe it! I am so good at taking pictures any other time (I sent out 171 pictures last night from the past month...what a loser) and I forget when it really counts. I am angry, but I have to dwell in the positive.
The kids turned 8 months old on Saturday, so I do have their picture, but I will have to come back and post their new abilities some other time...gotta get in the shower. Lots to do today!!!