Both babies have reached a stage over about the last month and it is called:
WE. WANT. YOU. TO. HOLD. US. FOREVER.
Basically, they have both been very needy at home and want me to read to them, sing to them, color with them, play with them, change them, feed them 25 times an hour, and share all my food in the process. Babies require that? This is news to me. And you’re like, “Kalen, how are you writing this then?” Well, Smarty Pants McTelligence, I am writing this because they are both simultaneously shoving cottage cheese and bananas in their mouths. I have about 5-10 minutes before the reaching-reach-reach-reach starts.
This has been one of the more difficult phases with them. They’re both teething, Beckett is trying to walk so Everly is pushing him down, they’re fighting over toys, and they both want MOMMY. NOW. BEFORE I EXPLODE AND KNOCK STUFF OVER.
I was telling my friend Jess that we only bathe them twice a week and I heard her respond with a quiet, “Oh…” It is true. It’s just too taxing at the end of the day to worry about it so we usually wipe them down with a warm rag or diaper wipe instead. And they rarely ever wear clothes at home and they sleep in whatever they’re in as long as it’s clean. Those are my confessions. Those are the little things that help us manage two babies so close in age, and I don’t care if you’d do it any different, my babies are healthy and wait… no one said anything, did they?
It’s just… I’m much more lenient this time around, and I find that is the easiest way to cope with the intensity of being in CONSTANT. PARENTING. MODE. If Beckett eats jello off a friend’s floor that I know is sparkling clean (because I know my Jodi) then I don’t rush to stop him because it’s keeping him from banging his head on the glass door or licking crayons. If Everly asks me to get her out of the baby pool because it’s a little bit deep and the grass is a little high and she’s nervous, I don’t do it right away. I tell her, “No, you can do it,” and cheer for her when she does.
Just finding a balance between being there & being THERE. I guess they’re pretty happy.
I don’t clean my yard, either. AND?