weighted vests

Mike is out of town this weekend and Zoe and miles went to Sanibel island with their grandparents. The last month or so I've been rotating twins when going to church on Sunday, that way its easier for the volunteers helping in nursery to only have to calm down or prevent one toddler from throwing every toy off the shelf to the floor, or spinning, or crying , or screaming at a decibal that shatters glass two miles away.

But this Sunday, palm Sunday as they call it, Mike is gone, and both boys came to Church. I skipped my Sunday morning Bible study and made french toast and bacon for the boys instead. I tried to do everything right. Good nights sleep, check. Good breakfast, check. Cuddle time with each of them on the couch for at least 10 minutes each (20 for Cooper), check.
I even brought their weighted vests so they could get some deep pressure stimulation while they played.

Now I have to go off on a seperate tantrum about these weighted vests. Lord, is this just a cruel joke, honestly? You blessed me with two boys I can barely tell apart, with some sort of disability, maybe autism, maybe sensory dysfunction that noone can quite figure out. You made them heavier than all the other children their age , they are literally off the charts in weight, height, ect. Thats great and all, but they are heavy and need to be lifted alot. Then one of the key therpaies suggested is a weighted vest?? Seriously?, 6lbs each. So beyond lugging around 70 pounds of baby, and diaper accessories for two, I get to haul around an additional 12 pounds of clothing? Okay, I know you have a plan, I'll quit my complaining, just had to vent a little.

So anyways, all was good until we hit the church parking lot, Cooper was unhappy, not sure why. I carried him and their 50 pounds of accessories into the church with Darby in tow. Would it be cruel to get a leash at this point? Did I mention the stairs we have to hike to the nursery. I don't understand how I'm still so overweight considering that I do this twice a week.

After we got to the nursery, Darby ran off down the hallway and Cooper tripped and smacked his head . After someone caught Darby and returned him and I hugged Coopers hurt away, it took Cooper all of about 2 minutes to completey remove every toy from the closest shelves. Boxes of train tracks, balls, every truck and car dumped in a 3 foot diameter pile around him. Then he was upset at the mess, when he tried to move he would trip. He was just an unhappy camper so I took him to the service with me. He lasted about 4 minutes but he seemed to cheer up a bit after being able to stare at the ceiling fan for a minute and sit on my lap. So back to the nursery we went. I put on some veggie tales and he found a basket of baby dolls. He was delighted. Phew. And I still got to hear a brilliant sermon. So I guess I could say it was a successfull outing right. Nothing broken, no emergency room visits, and both boys left with a cookie.