Tuesday, the 13th 2008f May, 2008
I don’t know how people who are not friendly survive having twins. One thing I’ve learned in this crazy past year is that you have to be friendly in order to not go insane if you have twins. It can be annoying when you’re out in public and trying to get something done and people want to stop and talk to you every five steps, although most of the time it doesn’t bother me. In fact it’s only bothered me a few times that I can remember, and only when the people who approached me were rude or “weird” in some way. I’m a naturally very friendly person, shocking, I know.
Tonight Preston treated me to El Fenix, which is an awesome Mexican place, and this old couple just loved the girls. They sat at a table across the walk way from us and waved and smiled at the girls while they ate. Then they came over during our dinner when they themselves were done eating and talked to the girls and said hello and asked questions. Several other people around us would say hi to the girls and wave to them, or stop and tell us how cute and well behaved they were. Some people would consider it rude to interrupt someone during their dinner and conversation to “bug” them about their kids. But, we actually really enjoy it. It’s very fulfilling to see our girls bring out smiles and silly sides in other people.
We want to teach our kids to be friendly to others and treat other people nicely. I think we’re doing a pretty good job of that so far. We get compliments on how well behaved they are and how they always smile and some ask “how do you do it?!”. It’s really quite simple. Preston and I are total dorks, we laugh and joke all day. We’re affectionate to each other and the girls, and it rubs off on them. They see us being happy and so they are happy. I’ve always thought it was so sweet that one of the first things Ava learned to do was give kisses. She looooves to be sweet and give kisses.
Now, I’m not trying to sound like we’re all perfect and what not. We’re not. Preston and I argue. Loudly, even, at times. So don’t go thinking I’m trying to be all high and mighty. I’m not. And I’m sure we’ll need to teach Ava the appropriate people to kiss and when. But for now, it’s sweet.
I just don’t understand it when I see people who scold their kids for interacting with a stranger, or for being silly or just being a kid and doing kid things.
So anyway, I don’t really know where I was going with this. I was just thinking about that tonight so there ya have it. Twin survival lesson #1: Be friendly.
p.s. I haven’t forgotten to post the next part of my love story. I haven’t really wanted to post it lately because shortly after the last time I posted it, my ex boyfriend’s girlfriend harassed me on AIM for like, a week straight. I’m still not really sure what her beef is, but, oh well. So I’ll get around to it sometime soon hopefully.
On an unrelated note, I ate too much yummy Mexican food and might need some of this Phentermine no prescription weight loss stuff so I don’t gain all my pregnancy weight back! Ha!
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