Again, another month has passed. It's bizarre that in the midst of each day, as I am enveloped in diapers and spits, giggles and cries, teething and tears and wondering if the hours could pass any more slowly....all of the sudden the day is over. The babies are bathed and in their be and I am exhausted. And I couldn't begin to tell you where the time went. How the days can seem so long, yet pass by in a whirlwind. Leaving me winded, as it carries their babyhood away.
I have become addicted to watching their birth. Tiny little sprites, emerging into the world. Declaring it as their own. I become transfixed on the four of us. Watching the beginning of a family. How hopeful and grateful we were. How the happiness encompassed us, wrapping joy around us like a blanket. How there was enough love in that room, at that single moment to propel me and sustain me for the rest of my life. And now....eight months later, when I don't feel like there is enough of me to go around. When both babies are screaming and want me only to themselves and their cries echo off the four walls like ping pong balls, and I am covered in spit and poop and tears....I wouldn't change a thing. Not one single thing. If I had known at the moment of their birth the overwhelming love I would have for them, I would never have believed it. The reality of them, in my arms and within my heart is so much more. So much sweeter. I would walk through fire for them, so that their path is only ash.
I have become addicted to watching their birth. Tiny little sprites, emerging into the world. Declaring it as their own. I become transfixed on the four of us. Watching the beginning of a family. How hopeful and grateful we were. How the happiness encompassed us, wrapping joy around us like a blanket. How there was enough love in that room, at that single moment to propel me and sustain me for the rest of my life. And now....eight months later, when I don't feel like there is enough of me to go around. When both babies are screaming and want me only to themselves and their cries echo off the four walls like ping pong balls, and I am covered in spit and poop and tears....I wouldn't change a thing. Not one single thing. If I had known at the moment of their birth the overwhelming love I would have for them, I would never have believed it. The reality of them, in my arms and within my heart is so much more. So much sweeter. I would walk through fire for them, so that their path is only ash.
Some Baby Stats:
Beckett: also known as: "the bucket, buckaroo, beck"
probably a little over 17lbs; one bottom tooth just emerging; rolling all
over the place; not sitting alone yet...but does a fabulous "tripod";
loves to suck his lower lip; very vocal, especially "dada"; very sensitive;
loves Popsicles and paper
Blake: also known as: "Blakey, and the grenade"
probably a little over 17lbs as well; no teeth yet; just learning to roll
over; loves his hands and wrists, and can be caught in the "prayer" position
quite often; very vocal, says "dada" but loves to make "GGGGGG" sounds;
very laid back and funny; loves Popsicles and Zoey the dog
They are ridiculous cute - Carrie and James
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