They are grown up! Waaah!!

I enjoy listening to that t-thump t-thump t-thump of my 3 year olds feet as they run along my tiny corridor after his shower. I don’t know why he loves staying naked after his shower. This t-thump t-thump t-thump is accompanied by very mini masculine Bhars, aergh, and gaarghs from his little brother who likes his bath as fast as possible so that he can waddle after his brother.

These are the sounds that warm me up after a day of tough self-evaluation, ego grinding phone calls, and other stuff that keep me busy as I try re-organize my life for a better tomorrow. They are happy noises, the sweetest most heartwarming noises any human being can hope to bear witness to.

As they make these sweet noises of life, I can help but be in awe of how far they have both come from, I saw little man when he was a 6 week dot in my belly, the ears haven’t changed much beyond the fact that they are bigger now. I saw baby baby playing hide and seek with the ultra sound, and just a year ago he was so tiny we could hold him in one hand. Last night his daddy held him up over his head and noticed that he doesn’t ‘plank’ naturally anymore. His legs now hang low, he’s too long to stay plank straight when held up like that.

They are growing. Fast and I miss the days when little man had just discovered his legs are part of him and he couldn’t stop playing with his legs. I already miss the times when I could easily carry baby baby in a front carry and go about my business. He is too heavy for that now so back-carry it is. Now they play with each other, roughing and loving it and mummy already feels like an outsider when they are in their zone. Mummy isn’t carrying anyone or asking anyone to treat ‘baby gently’. They are growing and my role is to feed them, and change diapers, and play referee. No longer showing them that they have hands, or that the sun is up and the moon is gone. Little man is already telling baby baby what he learns every day so the teaching cap is on to him… somewhat.

Gosh, look at that, if this is how I’m feeling now, how will I feel when they get older? When they are going off to high-school or college!? I don’t want to know. What I do know is that we need to afford to give them the best in life so that they can go off and do great things as mummy sobs over their baby socks. On that note, a mummy needs to get back into her job hunting manenos. (I know, a different tone from my last post but... hey, life.)