Me and Max.
I like this picture of Eric and Max.
Max’s yummy strawberry sponge cake!!! MMMMmmm good!!
Here is a picture of me, Eric and Max at the beach by my parent’s house. If you notice, we are each wearing a Bjorn…that’s because we were testing out the final two we were deciding between. A few of my parents’ neighbors were so excited to see twins and as we got closer and they noticed that I was carrying an empty carrier, they all just looked as us oddly and didn’t say anything! We were wearing our matching plaid outfit….
Here is a picture of me, Eric and Max at the beach by my parent’s house. If you notice, we are each wearing a Bjorn…that’s because we were testing out the final two we were deciding between. A few of my parents’ neighbors were so excited to see twins and as we got closer and they noticed that I was carrying an empty carrier, they all just looked as us oddly and didn’t say anything! We were wearing our matching plaid outfit….
Here’s Max’s plaid outfit…we didn’t want him getting cold on the walk earlier.
These are two of my best friends Tamara (who was my maid of honor) and her husband Curtis.
Here we are at the Coriya Hot Pot City. Hot pot is sort of like a Chinese fondue, except instead of cheese and wine, it is a broth and everyone gets to put in whatever meat, seafood and vegetable they want. It was so much fun!!!
Next we got an opportunity to visit George and Joan. It was funny…Max LOVED Joan! Immediately, he couldn’t stop smiling at Joan!
These are two of my best friends Tamara (who was my maid of honor) and her husband Curtis.
Here we are at the Coriya Hot Pot City. Hot pot is sort of like a Chinese fondue, except instead of cheese and wine, it is a broth and everyone gets to put in whatever meat, seafood and vegetable they want. It was so much fun!!!
Next we got an opportunity to visit George and Joan. It was funny…Max LOVED Joan! Immediately, he couldn’t stop smiling at Joan!
Here we are at the fabulous restaurant they took us to in Los Altos. The waitor was the owner. Interestingly, a few nights earlier we went to one of my favorite restaurants where the waitor was also the owner. I ordered one of my favorite dished (eggplant) and the owner saw Eric roll his eyes and told us that he, too, did not like eggplant. He suggested we order the green beans instead, I politely said we would order both…he tried to dissuade us, again,…but I was determined to get my eggplant…apparently he was more determined for me not to have it, as they never brought it out and he refused to get it for me…random, huh?!