These days can be a mixed bag. The girls are in the process of dropping their afternoon naps (although I haven’t officially given up hope!), and their moods can be challenging when they’re tired.
Come 4:00, I’m usually looking forward to bedtime.
And I hate to feel like that.
I feel guilty for wishing away the crabbiness of the afternoon. I feel guilty for looking forward to the passing of this stage, when their sleep schedule have leveled out and my even-keeled babies have come back to me.
Even amid the moods, there are so many precious moments, and I know I’m gonna miss this…
The girls waving madly to the huge fiberglass cow we pass on the way to the yogurt shop. “Hi, Big Cow!”
The girls talking about how they would like for the big cow to have a baby cow to keep him company.
The girls waving to random cows, horses, Sam’s Club, the chicken sign, the bank, Target, Starbucks…whatever they recognize. It’s a wonderful little relic of their toddlerhood.
Baby A saying “more better”.
Baby A saying “pummus” instead of “hummus”.
Baby A giving me the biggest hugs, saying, “I could just hug you and hug you because I love you so much.” And, “Come here and let me give you a kiss!”
The girls’ comparisons about how much they love me…”Mommy, I love you to the sun and back. It’s farther than the moon.”
Baby A’s strange – but hilarious – comparisons…”Mommy, I love you more than this chair!”
The girls’ penchant for drawing and coloring. They LOVE to be surrounded by their crayons and markers and scissors and tape.
The girls’ willingness to help. They LOVE to help me unload the dishwasher. They LOVE to do any little task in the kitchen…even sometimes just watching Mommy doing something. And want to really make their day? Ask them to run upstairs to get something / take something. They delight in being helpers.
The girls’ love of organizing. “I’m a good organizer, Mommy,” B will remind me. “Organizing is fun!”
The girls pretending they are each other’s coaches…teaching the other to swim in the bathtub, or to stretch, as in tumbling.
The girls and their baby dolls. They go through spells these days, playing with them, but they can be so incredibly tender when they take such good care of them, read to them, and whisper sweet nothings to them.
The girls and their stuffed animals. They take such good care of their furry babies.
And of course I could go on and on and on.
With time I know the details will fade. It won’t hurt my feelings to gloss over some of the challenges, but I sure hope I can recall the joys. I know it – the good and the bad – is fleeting.