It got me thinking how everyone has told me that twins get harder as they get older. For me, things are actually getting easier, but not in the way that you'd expect.
I am busier - the twins are in to everything. Jack can crawl up our stairs, from the bottom all the way up to the top. He loves to crawl in the study and turn our internet off. He has learned how to start the dishwasher. Braley loves the bathroom trash cans, and to take all the contents out and kind of wade around in them. Jack loves to turn the bathtub on. He finds every single door stopper in our house, takes them off, then hides them somewhere. We are missing about 5. Cool. Braley is a momma's boy through and through, so if he can see me, he generally wants me to be holding him. And if I don't, he crawls up to me, squeaks, then lays his head on my feet and sucks his thumb.
Not to mention, I also have a 2.5 year old we are potty training. So as you can imagine, I am busy. But this is so much easier to me than the first 6 months. The first 6 months were clouded by guilt. I felt guilty that I couldn't hold the babies as much as I wanted. Guilty that Paige had to watch TV while I worked on nursing. Guilty that I held Paige for hours on end as she slept, but the babies had to nap in their bouncy seats. Guilty, guilty, guilty.
As time has gone on, I feel like I can give my time more evenly to the kids, the boys love to play on the floor with their toys, meal times are easy because the boys are on all table foods and all the kids are on the same schedule. We are in a routine.
Don't get me wrong, when both boys are sick and just want to be held and I can't do that, those feelings of guilt come flooding back.
But I must say, that I'm enjoying this time a lot more than I thought I would.
I will try to get back in the groove of blogging next week, after the party.
I'm pretty excited to celebrate my babies first year of life with those who love them : )