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.
4 comments:
Awww...motherhood can be so bittersweet!
I've been reminding myself to enjoy them currently too... because I know that disequilibrium is 6 months away... and you know I don't enjoy all that that brings!
On another note, I clicked through to HDYDI and I see YOUR post. So since when? how often do you write and more to the point, why didn't you ANNOUNCE it here (or did I miss it?)
Would it make you feel at all better that the crankiness in absence of a nap only lasts a few weeks? Cam and Gray were the same way when we dropped naps - like angry little bear cubs by 4 or 5 o'clock. Luckily, they got used to their new schedule. And the freedom of no nap is exhilarating... you can go to the zoo and stay all day! You can eat lunch without worrying about staying on nap schedule.
And bonus... bedtime will be WAY easier! :)
I find myself PRAYING I can keep the boys on naps until 4 years old and seriously hoping I can keep them in cribs until 3 1/2 or so. Is that bad? My oldest was in a crib till 3 1/2.....no need to rush it for me! I NEED the containment!
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