Month three
Here we are over three months into this parenting 2 kids under the age of 2 life. And I’d be lying if I said it was all rainbows and unicorns over here.
It’s damn hard.
More days than not I nap when the boys nap because if I don’t I can’t function through dinner, baths and bedtime. Add evening work to my weekdays and I’m extra exhausted.
Here are some real life moments for you to get a good giggle out of!
Poop- children and … poop! Ugh!
Learning to take off the disposable diapers was babes best trick during our first few months of postpartum. As if sleep deprivation and overall exhaustion isn’t enough, add multiple baths, flooring cleans and bed strips due to poop explosions let free to the mix.
Babe thinks when Giddy is waving his fist around that he’s trying to fist bump him so he very intensely follows Gid’s fist with his own fist until he finally makes contact for said fist bump.
Babe will say “hold him” then get socked in the face by Gideon’s uncontrollable hands and immediately say “mama, all done” and want me to take him back.
All food has become a game, even if it’s something he just specifically requested in his tiny innocent voice. Smashed into the floor or chewed up and spit out for no reason is that said game. Picture a tiny human in his tiny crocs WITH his tiny boots on his hands smashing Chex cereal into our kitchen floor at hyper speed on all fours like a wild animal.
Hard moments like two screaming babies at once is enough to make the best of us crawl under a rock. There are countless times in a day where I’m left saying “hold on ____, mommy’s helping _____”. I can’t be two people or in two rooms at once so getting a routine down where I can feed one and occupy the other has been my greatest accomplishment…. Why do children need to eat so much?? I feel like my day is consumed by feeding them.
Car rides typically consist of someone crying. And if that someone is Gid we have the joys of babe jabbering to himself LOUDLY in the back to drown out his brothers cries. Our car sounds a bit like a circus tent.
Taking them anywhere ESPECIALLY alone is a new level in and of itself. It’s parking next to cart returns instead of closest to the doors so you can load them in a cart right from the car. It’s strategically taking them to and from the car/cart positioned in a way that you can attack a kidnapper and safe your children if necessary. It’s Giddy crying every single time we make it to the check out making me speed check our items in a panic while babe tries to throw all our stuff to the floor or jump to his death from the seat.
Containing them both while at an event or party is a funny joke. Even with Gideon in a wrap, keeping tabs on babe is exhausting. He’s faster than me, more agile and smaller. He hides and fits into small spaces I can not even if I was alone. Gid gets dipped backwards more than he probably cares for as I bend over to retrieve my wild toddler time and time again. So don’t take offense if I choose not to attend something alone, I just don’t have the mental capacity to do it.
For you moms expecting your second small child I don’t want to scare you. It’s not all hard.
The sweet moments melt your heart right from your chest.
Like babe rubbing Gid’s belly or head when he’s crying to soothe him. Putting his binky back in his mouth when it falls out. Wanting to snuggle him even though they are already practically the same size. Babe calling Gid his “baby” the whole first month he was with us. Reading little bro books or sharing his cheese with him. The spontaneous unprompted fist bumps and head kisses. These two are growing up as best friends.
Time goes way too quickly. As I stare down at this sweet snuggly three month old in my arms I try to remember the days babe was this small. It’s hard even though it wasn’t all that long ago.
So this is my reminder to myself.. the days are sometimes long and exhausting but soaking in their little quirks and tiny features is a must because before I know it they’ll both be running around all grown.
2 under 2, wild but beautiful 🤍
