This morning Jaia, Wes and I set out for our daily walk. It was chillier than I expected, but a quick wardrobe change and we were ready to go.
Unfortunately, my idea of a sun-soaked, blissful walk with my littles quickly changed into a bit of a nightmare. Wes cried, Jaia grumped, the sun hid, Wes screamed, Jaia fell and scraped her knees (both of them), Jaia cried – and we weren’t even halfway home yet. Sigh.
But then, back home with food in our bellies, all was right in our little world again. As I sit here typing, Wes is sleeping in my arms, his breathing is quiet, rhythmic and sweet. Jaia has hijacked a few of her brother’s things – bouncy chair, basinette, blankets – and is playing quietly with her favourite stuffies (from what I can tell they are currently in a boat on the ocean).
Just when I was thinking that the day could get no worse, it didn’t. It got better. The moments won’t always be quiet. Some will be loud and hard. Some will be loud but amazing. I’m still learning how to juggle 1+1 kids, and what I try to keep reminding myself of is that, quiet or loud, the moments are fleeting. Before I know it, my littles won’t be so little anymore and I know that I will miss the moments that I wished away. Instead of grumbling, from now on, I’m choosing to cherish.
Dan - It’s been so great to see her become more comfortable in the pool over the past 3 or 4 months. She’s really turned into a fish. It won’t be long before she no longer needs my hand on her belly to keep her dog paddle north of the water line … the training wheels are about to come off the bike!
Alicia - She blew me away!