Apr 9, 2009
Nobody Said It Would Be Easy
Having babies 13 months apart is tough, tough. I always feel like one is getting slighted in some way. It never fails that they both need momma love at the same time or juice or messes cleaned up. It's almost like 2 tiny tornadoes spinning simultaneously and when they cross paths ... look out! They make 2 times the messes and have 2 times the needs. Neither is very patient nor likely to wait just a minute. I can SO sympathize with moms of twins. I feel your pain! I know that some people choose to have their babies close together in age, but I prefer to space them out a little. It seems easier that way. My grandmother had 5 under 5! When Tucker was born, I felt so guilty that we had robbed Millie of her babyness. She was no longer the baby, but a big sister now. I often have to remind myself that she is only 2. But some days it seems like I spend all day cleaning up after these little people. Yesterday, I was putting Amelia's books back on her bookshelf for the 10,000th time; so the babies decided to empty an entire bag of goldfish out into the living room floor and add half a box of mini Nilla wafers. When Archie is home, it's a bit better because we can somewhat divide and conquer. But even with both of us on duty last night, Millie managed to empty half a bottle of powder out in her room; dusting the books that were off the shelf yet again and filling her shape sorting pail to the rim. The vacuum should really get paid overtime. Sigh ... they say it gets better; that when they are older, they'll be great friends. We'll see. I do know that one of the sweetest things is seeing them hug one another and how their wee arms are just the right size for little hugs.
Remind me of that when I'm vacuuming pretzels out of the couch in a bit, OK?