Making it look easy....

The boys were perfect angels for their television debut -- right up until they were on camera.

They played and toddled and cooed and flirted with the receptionist. They laughed and had a grand time. Then we got on set. Griff had started to whine right before we went on because he was tired (they kept us waiting for forty-five minutes which is a lifetime in toddler time). The lights came on and Allan immediately did a face plant and began gnawing on his shoe like a puppy. I could not get him to quit or look up. Griffith was fine, if whiny, until he dropped part of his Ritz cracker. "Up!" he yelled. Whether he meant 'put me down' or 'pick it up' I don't know, but I didn't cooperate and the next thing I know he is squawling and twisting and in a full backbend on my lap as I am trying to chat sensibly with Barbara and Bill about how the March of Dimes has helped us (Well, they have done a lot of research about lung issues in babies, and, as you can hear, no problems here! Thanks, March of Dimes!) Then, thoroughly ticked off, Griff decided to take a swat at Allan. I was able to catch his hand the first time. The second swipe, though, Griff managed to grab a handful of Allan's hair and give his head a vigorous shake. By the time the two minutes were over, it felt like twenty had passed. Ta-da!!!! Mother of the Year, that's me. Making look easy.

Where was Jay, you might ask? As time to go on approached, he became increasingly reluctant and, when there were only two chairs, he graciously elected to bow out. He dumped Griffith in the lap of Amy, the March of Dimes chick, and retreated. A real prince, he is. Since Griff was clouding up, I swapped her for Allan. Had I known I would have left him in HER lap. Then I could have looked at her disapprovingly -- can't you control that child? 20-20 hindsight.

We will be requesting the video. And showing it at the boys' graduations and wedding rehearsals, etc......