I cannot believe that my twins will be two tomorrow. That means, ultimately, that I have not killed, maimed, screwed them up in over 700 days. Not bad... I am unbelievably proud of these two little beings. My son is as precocious and funny as they come, and my daughter is sweet and delicious and makes me swell with pride at every turn. Thankfully, this has all gone fairly smoothly. The first year was bumpy at best - the 2nd 6 months as rough. But, this year - knock on wood - has been so good. It is reassuring. It is fun. I certainly 't EVER think I would say that a year ago. It is still tough - I am sleep deprived STILL, and probably will be for the next 18-26 years. Every one has advice or an anecdote. Anecdotes make me cringe. The minute you hear a woman say, "when Bobby (or whatever they have chosen to name their little darling) was (insert age here) he (insert their relative experience here) - it's like the know-it-alls. I dare say we have one in our life these days and for fear she'll read this I will refrain from the halarities we have from that humdinger.
Anyway, I can do this one day at a time. Not to be cliche, but it is the only way to make it to the finish line some days! Finish line: when kids are in bed and lights out. Also known a permission to go to sleep myself, or until Avery lets me know it's tme for her to crawl into bed with me!!!
Ok, last night of this Year One. Off to play them to sleep!
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