3 years old. Holy toddleredo.
the stages and milestones come and go, I sometimes catch myself
forgetting what we've all been through. I mean, while keeping it in
perspective, it's been...really hard. By perspective, I mean that I'm
well aware that we're all reasonably healthy and we have the food and
shelter we need. Good fortune. Given that, man has it ever been
Now back to aforementioned forgetfulness--before it's too late. We've made it
through the spit-up-geyser stage. We've survived teething, averbal
frustation, diapermania x2, and a handful of ER visits.
what have we learned, class? For one, I've learned that we adapt. And
adaptation doesn’t always feel warm and cozy. Sometimes it simply
means that our survivalist minds make/allow us to forget how much the
previous crises hurt relative to the current one(s)! In other words,
damn this whiny, "I don't want to ______!!" Stage. It's the
worst ever! Nothing could be worse than thi—oh, right. I literally
cried from all the spit-up in year one. I didn't think the three-hour
sleep cycles would ever end. I thought for sure I'd be changing 12
diapers a day. Forever.
Well, we forget. To some degree. But,
sadly, we forget much of the good stuff too. I don't remember what it
felt like to hold two babies whose combined weight was about that of a gallon of milk. And I can't quite access the thought of how it
felt to pat their little bottoms as they stuck up in the air while
So all I seem to have, aside from terabytes of
pics and video, is the thought of the current
bads and goods. And so I try to stay mindful that the bads are just
stages that will fade into history. BUT, generally speaking, they
don't make it onto video!
To stem the excessive curmudgetude,
please note that the twins are far more delightful than not! I am so
happy that they can often verbalize their needs and that potty
training is well underwear. Way. They are funny, learning, and
increasingly different in personality.
And I love the socks
Wait. Didn't I already write this blog?