Last night, I spent an hour or so rereading old entries and recounting the last 2+ years. Searching through my phone yesterday, I happened upon a voice memo I created just over two years ago recounting the first few months of the boys’ lives. In some ways, the early months feel like eons ago and in other ways, I can’t believe the time has passed so swiftly. It’s hard to imagine that our twinfants have grown into walking, talking wrestling toddlers who take death defying leaps from furniture, speak in 7+ word sentences, carry on simple conversations, identify colors, shapes, animals and more!
They are little people with BIG opinions and definite ideas about how, when and where things should happen. Meltdowns over seating arrangements at breakfast, who gets to wear which pair of socks, who gets the shirt with the robot and who gets the one with the wolf, milk or water, apple or pear — are never ending. It’s a constant competition, a rivalry that requires CONSTANT refereeing. I’m fairly certain that after raising these two strong-willed boys, I will far and away surpass the skills of the greatest hostage negotiator ever known. At the end of the day, the struggle is beyond worth it. Jack and Miles bring immeasurable joy to our lives. Their laughter warms our home and our hearts, my ever-expanding capacity to love our two little whirling dirvishes continues to impress me. They makes us laugh — they are hilarious little dudes with pretty fantastic senses of humor. I could watch them play and interact with each other all day, every day for the rest of my life and never grow bored. Jack is still, and I’m convinced will always be, our little comedian. He’s still a royally picky eater and particular about pretty much everything. Miles is high maintenance in some ways, but far more easy going in others. He’s a sensitive being, he is a generous sharer and looks out for his twin.
Things they loathe:
-getting their hair washed — often, the first thing Miles says when I pick him up from day care is either, “I no want to go to bed” or “no wash my hair”.
-pretty much everything I make for dinner
-diaper changes, especially cold wipes
What they love:
-taking baths, splashing and rolling around in the water
-reading at bedtime
-binkys and lovies — much to my chagrin.
-singing “abc’s”, “123’s”, “row your boat”, twinkle twinkle”, “animal fair”, really anything.
-running, walking, jumping, falling, wrestling, head locks, head butts, body slams, the boys are crazy physical
- hikes with dad
-pancakes on the weekends
- the gator, the LOVE the gator
-visiting nana and papa
-skyping with Grandmom and Grandpop, all of grandmoms toys and songs
-playgrounds, you can’t drive past a playground with a desperate plea to stop and play
-playing in general — they are happy, HAPPY boys and adore attention, they demand attention, all they care about is playing and exploring
There are moments when I second guess our parenting skills and our choices, when I feel like I am totally screwing this up, and then I see how happy my boys are and how much they enjoy life and I realize that we must be doing something right. That despite ourselves, we are doing an okay job.