Time

Where does the time go?  Have I asked this question here before?  I guess it just doesn't get any easier to understand how the days fly by me.  And with each passing day, my girls are growing up.  I am watching it happen right in front of my eyes, every single day.  I can't stop it.  I'm excited for the future, because I know it holds so many fun and wonderful times for all of us....but sometimes I just want to stop time, so I can soak up the joy of babyhood and toddlerhood in a way that only a mother can understand.  I am really trying to make a conscious effort to savor this time, this experience, that I am probably having for the last time.  This time of evie's coos and giggles, of breastfeeding, of roly poly arms and thighs and vaginas; the last of marea's baby-ish sounding voice, her obsession with rubbing my hair to soothe herself, how adorably cute she looks when she's running...all these things.  Things that I am going to miss so much, that I am going to try and store in my mind, memories of such wonderful things that I love about my babies, who are both still babies.  Deep down I know that the feelings that I have now about my babies will grow and change and still be wonderful...but the pure rush that the their little baby faces bring will not be the same.  Now I understand why every older mother adores a new baby.   It gives them a chance to, for a moment, feel that feeling all over again.  That feeling that is so big, so beautiful, so amazing, that it is beyond words.

Locked up!

First it was our bedroom door, which we had to use a hammer to break off the door knob to get her out.  THEN it was the bathroom, and that took it to a whole new level.  When I called locksmiths, they said it was a liability with a 2 year old stuck in the bathroom, so I had to call the police to come and try and get her out.  None of their tricks worked, so they ended up kicking in the door (which shattered into many pieces) to get her out.  Before they did that, I told her to go climb into the bath tub so she wouldn't be in the way.  But she couldn't climb in because her jammies were down around her ankles.   My poor baby!  She was definitely not happy to see those three men dressed in black standing there either.  But now we look at the door and talk about it, and she seems to find the humor in it.