I didn't want to tell you this, but I feel like omitting it is as bad as my straight out bitching about it, which would be a big huge lie.
My big boys have been super easy for a while now. I am so grateful for them.
They are pretty independent. They can get themselves something to eat and drink. They wipe their own ass. sometimes better than others. which is huge people. HUGE.
They do what I ask of them and usually the first time. and even sometimes without complaining.
They help me. Spencer will ask me all of the time if he can help. Yesterday he cleaned his bathroom. and good I might add. If they spill they will clean it up. If they have skidders in their underwear they will change them.
They are sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet. so sweet it would make your teeth ACHE. I mean darling wonderful sensitive and cute. super cute. boys.
By 7:30 am they come into my room and announce that they've made their beds, got dressed, had breakfast and brushed their teeth. "can we watch TV mom ? can we ?"
(insert fairy tale music...mostly made up of harps and the tinkling of little bells)
I feel like my milk is letting down just writing this. Like phantom let down. That unconditional maternal love that I felt while feeding my boys just rushes through my body. :) ooooooh I could squeeze them (said through clenched teeth)
This 2nd set put me over the edge. In so many ways. I had 3 other little kids who needed my attention and was spread transparently thin. Which left room for these last 2 to pretty much run the show which had me run into the ground by 9:30 every morning.
but you wanna know what. I'm seeing glimpses of that same bit of independence show through every now and again....their little brains are starting to hard wire to the better of all mankind.
ie. I haven't cleaned up....this :
for a while.
There were so many more not pictured here. and so many more that I wasn't in the right spirit to grab the camera and take pictures. but this needs to be documented.
There are still messes. Mostly that include water and soap. I can't leave lotions and sugar out. I keep my bathroom and closet locked. pretty much everything seen in the pictures above have been locked away and placed in high unreachable cabinets. Which reminds me....I've got to get the eggs back down from the top of the fridge.
I will admit. twins are still HARD. What one doesn't think of or do, the other one does. but holy shit.....I see a life ahead of me where I can enjoy the little things and not the little things that I'm removing from the toilet either. good little things. because one day it'll be the little things that mean the most.
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but I should honestly write commercials for those people. I could SO give them 101 reasons to appreciate the need for a warm bubbly bath.
This is the part where I tell you.....they never said it would be easy.
Nathan is squishing grapes on the counter. gotta run.