. . . and then there was pickle.

This is where this whole thing stops being theoretical, and turns into an advice column.

I’VE LEARNED SOMETHING!! – and of course, my overblown ego and arrogance cant help but pass on this valuable insight.

Here you go . . . Don’t go out into public - with only one infant.

Aha! See . . . you thought it would be something stupid, but as it turns out – its something improbable.

We are lucky enough to have friends that gave birth 6 weeks before we did – and I cannot profess the magnitude of awesomeness that having two babies allows you in public situations.

It’s like the ultimate trump card for awkwardness, and stuck-up people who just want to eat their meal in peace (and give you dirty looks). You’ve got a whole other family there to defend your judgment, and from my experience – rarely do both babies cry at the same time. . . so one couple can always play the role of “No, YOU just don’t get it” from a safe distance of positive parenthood.

And breastfeeding in public – its like a gang of boob-mongers. Who’s gonna argue?

The truth is that it has been a great experience. We have a standing Sunday morning breakfast date which has provided for an . . . “Oh my god, You too?” situation - while exposing our children and ourselves to a supportive re-entry into society.

Its been a great way to get The Pickle comfortable in social situations at an early age while creating a safe environment of understanding for us as we explore 'the family' needs in public situations, because as I am sure all of you know . . . you never know what is possible until papa needs to strip naked in a Cracker Barrel bathroom.

And that may be the first stage of understanding for me on the path to social exploration - finding safe ways to take The Pickle out onto the limbs of experience.

Pickle’ Papa