This is super random, but my gosh. To state the bleedin’ obvious, I love my kids so much. It’s so stupid that I get to worrying about whatIreallywanttodoforwork and howIwillspendmytimein10years and whatcareersshouldItryonforsize and stuff, when, really, I am in the Best of Times. The most beautiful and best of times.
I spent my twenties being 99% sure that a) I’d never find an amazing loved+loving partner and b) I’d never have children. I didn’t want children! I was sooooo not interested. As time went on and I saw vague acquaintances share photos of their kids on the socials, I couldn’t relate at all. I found those photos and updates boring. It was like seeing cat photo after cat photo. “Oh, you think your kid did a funny thing! No. Every single person who has a kid thinks that kinda thing is cute or funny. It ain’t!”
Then, of course, I find someone and make the babies and share all the photos and the updates and think they’re oh so wonderful. Yup. Now I’m annoying the heck out of someone else.
Kit’s (almost 3) favourite things at the moment are EVERYTHING and sleeping, cuddles, hanging out with my brother, playing LEGO/marble run/dominoes/play-doh/Hungry Hippos, going to the local park and shops and playground and cafe for a banana milkshake, running and jumping, moving furniture around like it’s a jungle gym, reading books, singing, watching Olobob Top, conversing, eating. // We call his sister “Skybaby” and so Kit’s taken to calling himself “Kitlittleboy.” // He stopped daytime-napping for one pure month (this kid who loves sleep so much?! I couldn’t believe it!) and then, a week ago, outta nowhere, started naps again. “Mama, I’m going to have a little rest now, and I’ll have a big rest later,” he says, and asks me to leave his room. “I’m already tucked in.” // He was talking to my mum the other day about “what the neighbour-doors do” and after a while, she figured out that he was trying to say “the neighbours next door”. He’s full on, full of love, very frustrating sometimes, needs a lotta love, and he’s adorable.
Sky’s (1.5) favourite things at the moment are EVERYTHING and playing with every toy, going anywhere, any music/singing/dancing, most foods, terrorising the dog, stealing my phone and running off with glee, playing with LEGO, clapping when she’s happy, shaking her head for “No,” yelling “AH AH AH” for “Yes,” and saying “dog,” “bath,” and “car.” She’s full on, full of love, hasn’t reached the frustrating stage yet, needs a lotta love, and she’s adorable.