This morning I was frustrated because Baby "N" woke up VERY EARLY, so I had to figure out how to blowdry my hair while holding a child that needed to be held, but who also happens to be TERRIFIED of the blowdryer. Not frustrated with her, frustrated with myself for sleeping that extra 20 minutes!
(And yes, we documented this b/c I personally feel like there should be some kind of award for Mimi's who can blowdry their hair WHILE holding a baby!)
During the day, I found out that they were moving to their new home on Sunday, as in THIS SUNDAY, not on July 10, which is what I thought at the beginning of this day.
When I came home from work tonight, two happy little faces were smiling at me through the window. We have three large windows that oversee our driveway (I know, what a view, right?) and we always pull the blinds up on the windows because the girls love to play in them otherwise. I love pulling up and seeing their sweet faces in the window.
The second I walked into the door, they jumped ("N" actually jumps off the ground with two feet, but "S" can only get one foot off the ground at a time, so funny.) And then they erupted into tears, wanting to be held simultaneously. That's been the hardest thing about having twins . . . deciding who to pick up first when you have two crying babies!
I noticed that their "babies" were sitting up against the wall and Zack (my 25 year old son)explained to me how the girls had put their babies in time out, completely mimicking our motions when we put the girls in time out. There is no way to accurately explain it, but trust me, it was funny.
I cooked dinner, we had baths, we took our evening walk, drank a glass of milk, had a story, sang twinkle twinkle little star, said our prayers, (I'm talking about the girls in case you aren't following!) and then laid them down for night night.
For all intents and purposes, the night was like any other night. But tonight, it felt sweeter. Tonight, it felt like I was trying to write every detail into some permanent memory bank inside my brain. Because tonight I know that there aren't many more of these nights left.
And as if they knew it too, they played in their cribs for a little longer than usual, saying "Mimi, Mimi, Mimi, Mimi" until finally I caved in and went in to pat them one last time before they fell asleep.
All that to say, we have 4 more nights to eat dinner, have baths, take walks, drink milk, have stories, sing songs, say prayers, and make memories. Memories that I will cherish for the rest of my life.
Really precious. You guys have been such an example to us as you've walked this. Praying for all of you as the transition happens.
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