what you don't see.

Her tantrum because I won't let her investigate the port-a-potty while he sleeps in the sling.
Him crying hysterically as I try to search out a place to nurse.
The ladies wetting the front of my shirt while a field trip full of 5th grade boys look on in horror.
Her sitting down in middle of the parking lot, removing her froggy boots and demanding to be carried while I hold the following items: one 11 pound baby, one pumpkin, one diaper bag, a string cheese, one baby sling, one brown corduroy jacket size 2T.
Us successfully returning a few days later to try again (this time with more help).