I wish

Time is flying. My babies are toddlers. I will blink and they will be little boys. And I will be adrift wondering where the time went. Don't get me wrong...the toddler stage is trying to say the least. Sometimes I think it's harder than the newborn stage. I've got these two little egocentric independent miniature men walking around. Each with their own desires, determined to get what they want and devastated when they don't. Yet as they flaunt and stretch their wings, they still want me. Lately they have been coming up to me and want to sit on my lap. "I sit on lap." Where did they learn that? And do they know that their sweet request slays me? At times I wish that the day were over. And that I could soak in the tub, read a book, and sleep the next day away...because I am exhausted. Bone tired. Literally keeping up with them is a full time job. Beckett has taken to climbing all of our kitchen cabinets. And that includes walking across the stovetop...:( Blake is enjoying throwing anything that he can. Whether it be a ball or the food that he has decided that he doesn't want to eat anymore. Both boys have adapted rather well to the word NO and use it with alarming frequency. "Can mommy get you dressed?" NO! "Will you drink your milk?" NO! Inside voices are a thing of the past. Apparently it's fun to scream...and then hear your brother reciprocate. Of course one of my favorites is the parking lot adventure. Not only is it tricky getting two toddler out of the car and safely inside, especially when one is screaming for a bus and the other is screaming for a ball, but whenever I try to hurry them into the store...they jelly leg me. They forget that they can walk and allow their legs to become like jelly and they slither to the floor. Which leads me to either drag them both by one arm and risk giving them a shoulder injury, or pick them both up, while spilling all the contents of my purse and tweaking my back. Oh...and it's usually either raining or freezing cold during this great adventure;)
And dinner time? It sucks. One night they like macaroni and cheese, the next night they let it fall out of their mouth and then decorate my counter with it.
One minute they love each other, the next they are jumping on each others face, back, leg, etc.
What I clean up...they take apart.
What I close...they open.
If I go upstairs...they demand to go downstairs.
I am exhausted.
And yet....I wish that I could bottle up their tiny high pitched voices teeming with both defiance and innocence. Determined to speak their minds as the world before them unfolds. For the world is waiting for them. But I wish it would wait just a little bit longer;)