Happy cozy weekend everyone! We woke up to snow this morning in my neck of the woods. Our first snow storm of the season really. There is something to be said about a snowy Saturday morning! The best excuse for the entire fam to hop into bed, get cozy, while sipping on scrumptious (large) cups of coffee and chocolate milk of course all while watching the snow fall and news weather team! Loving that the weather lady is demonstrating that it’s “good snowball weather” so you don’t have to get up right away to find out. Getting a glimpse of being outside without the hours of actually getting everyone dressed in their snow gear to head out. I love that!
So January has been dedicated to be the month of resolutions, reflections and goals for 2015. Last week I reflected on the one year anniversary of Breaking The Momma Mold and Starting a Blog.
This week I wanted to look back on having been a little fam of 3 a short 7 months ago and growing to a family of 5 in a matter of hours. Before the twins arrived I could not wrap my head around sharing the love for another two babies. Big Sis already held my entire heart, didn’t she? I mean, the heart is not the biggest organ in my body… it’s not like I’m loving all these people with like say something the size of my ass. So how could it hold much more??
Prior the twins, I wrote Big Sis a little note to ensure she always remembered how much I love her, “To My First Born.”
I hung onto the words of one of my fellow bloggers and commenters;
“Someone once asked me to describe what it is like to love that many people. I told them it isn’t that my heart is broken into 4 separate and distinct pieces, but more like they are layer upon layer on top of each other and cover my whole heart.” – Jennifer Humphries over @ Jenerally Informed
Turns out, she was right! All three girls are different, awesome and hysterical in their own little ways. The dynamics with three kids is different too. Watching Big Sis interact with the babies is very sweet in a horrifying please don’t kill them type of way. If I knew when I had kid number one that she was not as delicate as a piece of porcelain I think I may have stressed a tad less as a new mom.
Comments to hubby in hind sight went something like this, “Oh, oh watch the neck, watch the neck, WATCH THE NEEEECCCKKK!!!!” as the baby lay peacefully with a slight bend to the neck. [Hello, enter, crazy first time mom.]
Big Sis expresses her obsession with the babies by crushing them with “hugs,” smothering their faces in “kisses,” playing hide and seek with a blanket [Heart attack.], rocking them in their swing [Holy motion sickness. Pass the Dramamine.], all to be followed with full on belly laughs from the babies. Not to mention what the twins do to each other. Grabbing faces, kicks smack in the face, teething on each others feet, I either completely underestimated the delicacy of a baby or am legit raising little Mike Tyson’s.
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| “GENTLEEEEE!” (please excuse hubby’s big foot…) |
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| “Pinned ya again.” |
Whatever it is, first time moms, rest assure, you cannot do too much damage to your baby by accidentally walking too close to the door frame and slightly bonking their heads. Not that I know that from experience… I mean, who does that? [Ok, maybe once. Once counted on each hand. And each foot… And maybe hubby’s two hands…]. Anyway!
The twins have brought on another level of excitement, joy, pain, exhaustion (and the list goes on…) to our lives and I wouldn’t give it back for the world.
Big Sis will always be my baby, my first born but now the twins will always be the beloved additions that stole all of our hearts.
This past year, I can say we have successfully grown from 3 to 5 and it has been and continues to be an awesome adventure. I have also successfully proved that the heart [organ] certainly can handle the momentous addition of love. Guess you don’t need something as big as an ass.
Although, you are likely an ass to decide to have more than one kid [goodbye sleep, money, alone time, personal space…], however, at least you’re an ass with a big heart and a hysterical crew that pulsates humor, love and affection all through your house.
Oh, Friend, I just met you and I adore you. I, too, had a 3 year old (son) when 2 precious twin boys were born at this house. They are now 18, 15 and 15 and it is has been the craziest and yet most joyful and yet most heartbreaking journey of my life! Congratulations. We are a set apart breed of incredibly strong women, us moms of multiples. Blessings on you all!
Dear Jennifer, You bring a tear to my eye! 🙂 It’s always so so great to meet another woman that has already (and continues) to raise young chaos to now what you have, older chaos! (I may be more scared of the ages 18 & 15!) It’s always reassuring to see that people survive this crazy, wonderful journey. Also! I look forward to following along your running journey! I am currently training for my 4th half marathon and what a difference you feel in your body after having twins! One stride at a time, right!? Guess that can go with the twins too.
Oh my goodness that picture of you and your husband is hilarious! Yes goodbye to space, time, money and welcome to a house of big old wonderful crazy! Your girls are adorable and yes who does bonk babies heads on door frames, pretty much everyone!
Congratulations on your year anniversary! And I love the idea of writing a letter to your daughter. I’m expecting baby #2 in a couple weeks, and am in the process of making a big sister took kit for my first born now. She’s going to love it, but maybe I’ll write her a letter as well. Thanks for sharing the idea=)
~Bre