...What are you Doing?

You'd think that's what I'd be saying to these Chinese people living all around me, but no.
Most of the time
it's the exact opposite.

The first time I actually heard these words from a Chinese person (in English, I might add) was while I was in active labor with Brother--in the middle of a contraction!

There was a shift change for the nurses. They walked in to introduce themselves and there was Mister kneeling on the hospital bed so I could lean against him and a nurse asked us "What are you doing?" Seriously. She said that. Later a cleaning lady got on to me for not wearing socks and sitting by the window.

Since then I've realized that people think I'm pretty strange.

-I buy TWO whole loaves of bread at the grocery store.
-Mister doesn't know how to open a bottle of wine (he learned while celebrating our anniversary, thanks to our neighbor).
-Miss A wears funny footie pajamas
-I travel with one arm holding a baby and the other pushing a toddler in a stroller.

These are "special" pajamas according to our neighbors.

We have two children. What? 

I know I'm strange to some people, but the Chinese are still a little strange to me too. :)

This is the really cute split bottom outfit Brother was put in at the hospital.

In the hospital there was a room with windows where the babies are given their first bath. The English name of the room is "Baby Swimming Room". I thought it was just bad translation, but no.
This newborn is floating by it's head in a tub that is a little deeper than the baby is long. A nurse would come over and push him around in the water every once in a while, but other than that he was left floating alone.

(Sorry for the poor pictures...I was trying to be sneaky because the grandparents were standing by us.) Don't worry, I did not allow them to do this to Brother.

I've been out of commission lately--for some reason I need six hands to take care of two babies and I haven't had enough to type, too.