Day 1: Tank getting to third base. I am sure this will definitely fall into the way too much information category for some of you but I am who I am and if I didn't share this story then I would not be me. Tank, Baby Shife, and I are in the master bedroom. I am changing out of my PJs to take the Shifley boys for a walk. I strip down to my birthday suit, put on a clean shirt, and about to throw on my panties when I notice Baby Shife has gotten into a drawer that is not baby-friendly. It has some of the fat basset's old meds (I know I should have thrown them out long ago) and Baby Shife was attempting to help himself to the pills. I told Baby Shife "No" in my big, bad Daddy face and rushed over to take the meds away from him. Now remember I am still in just a t-shirt when I go over to my little man. I bend down to grab Baby Shife and let him know that what he is doing is wrong when all of the sudden I feel something cold and wet on my testicles. Turns out when I bend over sans underwear my twins are right at nose level for the Tankster. So Tankers got himself to third base with me. I tried to put a positive spin on it and was just glad his nose was not level with my butt.
Here is a picture of me and my boys. Sorry you can't see Baby Shife too well but he is giving his Tankster a big old hug.