When Chris and I first found out that I was pregnant we had one of those classic stereotypical, "I'm not sure I can handle this" moments. I'm sure that each generation has these concerns, but I think that my generation (late Gen X early Gen Y for you Douglas Coupland fans), has brought growing-up panic to new levels. Around month three of my pregnancy at 11:03pm we discovered we'd run out of cat food AGAIN (our corner convenience store closes at 11:00pm - of course). Chris turned to me, as I opened a tin of tuna from the cupboard to replace the forgotten food for the screaming cats and said, "We can't do this crap when the baby arrives, running out of food isn't an option, we need to grow-up."* I agreed and we both vowed never to run out of food, diapers, clean clothes, wipes etc. for the baby - which to date we haven't.**
Back to Generation XY - Chris and I are in our early to mid-thirties and among the first handful of our friends to have children, which is a little odd, but not uncommon in a big city where people finish school late and get married later. Last year when I was at a friend's baby shower her father commented, "I don't know why you all think it's so funny that you're knocked-up. You are in your early thirties, this is what you're supposed to be doing." And that's our problem, we still think of ourselves as teenagers, or at the very oldest in our early twenties. I can barely believe I have a mortgage let alone two kids. When did all we get so old? Maybe this is why the baby boomers keep on calling sixty the new forty.
So, today is Halloween, Molly and Jack's first Halloween, where they will be dressed up to "help" us hand out candy to all of the Junction area children who come to our door. We spent about a month organizing their costumes to make sure their first Halloween would be perfect. Yesterday afternoon we decided to pick up a pumpkin to carve. We went to 5 grocery/convenience stores and even a Walmart in our area - who were all sold out of pumpkins before we finally gave up. We were at two farmer's markets last week where they sold pumpkins, but we didn't buy one because we knew there would be plenty of time, right? It's the first Halloween that I can ever remember where we haven't carved a pumpkin. Epic Holiday Failure. It's a good thing that the twins are babies and are too occupied by the pattern on our living room couch to notice let alone care. Next year we will be prepared, we'll grow-up and buy our pumpkins early. So if on October 30th 2012 you see me standing in a Walmart parking lot don't worry, I'll have my pumpkin and I'll sell you one too - for $20.
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*this moment was before the additional "holy crap we're having twins" epiphany.
**mainly thanks to the hand-me-down clothes and gifts we've received from friends and family, not because of our new found superior laundry skills.