1. The second one will never have that photo album. (Sorry Little One!) Little Libra had four printed albums of her first year. (That’s one album per quarter–excited much?!) The Little One has ZERO. His “album” is a folder in my hard drive filled with unedited shots (like twenty shots of him doing tummy time one week and then ten shots of him sleeping a month later). At least there are photos -which I constantly remind myself to take.
Here’s a shot from his first night home:
2. The house will never be neat. If I have no pests and no dust, I’m a happy camper. Otherwise, each member of the family has an assigned chaos corner. I break down and pack away when I realize how much time I waste looking for things.
As long as these two are fed, bathed and healthy, the state of the house is secondary.
3. Free time will never be consistent. I wish my life was so organized that free time could be safely secured at a specific time every day, like a meeting. I can’t (yet!) It’s impossible (but not forever right?) THINGS ALWAYS COME UP (sob!)
It would be really helpful if these two slept at the same time, but they seem to take turns guarding Mommy.
4. I will never have a decent sleep without medication. The one thing I love about developing random allergic rhinitis after having the Little One is Benadryl. Talk about knockout, Pacquiao-Hatton style. In the mean time, these two have conspired to make my 2012 feel like one looooooooong day.
5. I will never be bored. Tired, yes. Frustrated, yes. Delighted, always! Little Libra and her Little One have come a long way from just lying around:
They’re learning to hang out…
and just enjoy each other’s company. Yay!
Sometimes I have to remind myself that this stage of their childhood and my motherhood is fleeting. The Little One is already 8 months and Little Libra is turning 4 years old in a month! At this age, he communicates in his baby language, she translates. He’s teething, she’s going to the dentist for the first time. He demands solids six times a day, she twirls her own spaghetti. They’re my daily dose of contrasts.
In spite of their age difference, they managed to develop their own dynamic. She bids him goodbye when she leaves for school. He excitedly greets her when she gets home. He flutters his eyelids, she alerts the whole house that he’s awake. He’s fussy, she introduces a new age-appropriate toy. He makes her laugh. She makes him smile. They are connected much like the connection I have with my own siblings, no matter how far they are. (Which really means that one day this alliance that I find so cute will make fun of me behind my back and blame me for all their troubles! Feels different on the other side…sulk, sulk.)
The point is when you’re having a rough day, remember that the the kids are little once.
Embrace it. Take photos.
And try to print out an album.