Double Trouble

This weekend Mr. Smith and I (& Cooper) ventured down to T-Town for a wedding party for a couple of friends.  While we were there, we decided to pay a visit to our pals, the Pilsch's, and help them celebrate their twins' first birthday.  The Carrolls also joined us for this afternoon of fun, and by the end of the day, we were wore out. 

Mr. Smith, Mr. Carroll, Mr. Pilsch, and a Mr. Hubbard and Mr. Burns are all best pals because of their golden years of baseball.  They've done pretty much everything together since they were little ones.... college, getting married, and now having babies.  We thought it was only fitting for the four of us to pitch in to get the Pilsch twins (Jackson & Cullen) a couple of birthday presents from their Baseball Uncles and Aunts.

Soaking up plenty of Baby Love...

Mrs. Carroll has Cullen, and I have Jackson. 

These kids are pure hams.  No matter what they're doing, if you pull out your camera and say "Smile!" they'll stop whatever they're doing and pose for you. 

Precious.

Opening Thomas the Train was a big hit.

Dad and the Uncles helping figure out Thomas.

Right about now is when Mr. Smith looked up at Mrs. Pilsch and declared that twins were so easy!  He didn't know what all the fuss was about...

We practiced walking to Aunt Suz...

and practiced our baseball skills with Uncle Pelham...

But sometimes no matter what new toys you get, you just want an empty Gatorade bottle. 

We played nicely and pushed each other on Thomas...

(There are no pics of a certain 27-year-old Mrs. Smith riding Thomas, for obvious reasons.  However, the twins thought it was hysterical....)

Then it was Bottle Time.

And the Uncles enjoyed cuddling up and feeding the boys before Nap Time. 

Aren't they cute when they can hold their own bottles?

The twins, I mean.  Not the Uncles.