An F-minus. Times two.
Between bouts of crying, kicking, flailing, and almost-displacing of several folding chairs inside St. Peter's basilica, we managed to say a few of our responses correctly during Mass, and we did make it to Communion. But...still. 3 adults. 2 babies. 1 humiliating spectacle of the failure of American parenting, on display for all the world to see.
Dress: Banana Republic outlet
Necklace: Lia Sophia (gifted)
Diaper bag: Timi and Leslie (won)
|Little sister and photographer extraordinaire. Making us all look hot, tan, and skinny via some magical editing process.|
|Slightly better behaved than his naughty brother, but only just.|
|Living the dream. Last week a high-schooler, this week an unpaid European nanny.|
|Papa peeked out his apartment window for the Sunday Angelus. Actually, just to say 'hey' to us.|
|Pay no attention to the halo surrounding him; he was a legit hellian.|
Off to see prettier outfits and nicer children you go.