I cannot believe it’s my LAST 24 hours to honestly say I have “two under two.”
We’ve been living this dream for seven and a half months. It’s been very hard and very rewarding. Honestly, I would never voluntarily do this again. Having two babies 16.5 months apart is -hands down- the most difficult thing I’ve ever done.
Everyday, I’ve had to remind myself that Kenton is still a baby. I’ve expected so much from him – too much. But I’ve learned and grown as a mom and woman. He’s grown too. No matter how much I will him to stop.
These two – their bond is growing stronger each day. They “talk” to each other in the back of the car. Kenton will yell, “Baby GRRL!” And Camille will do her trademark grunt/scream in return, unless she’s sleeping. If she doesn’t respond, Kenton will yell, “Baby GRRL seepin! Night-night, baby GRRL.” Oh, my heart.
I’ve mentioned before that I am an only child. One of my deepest desires in life was to have more than one child – so my family could enjoy something I did not have. To see that friendship and bond forming already between these children is one of the greatest gifts I’ve been given.
Tomorrow, we celebrate the big brother… on his SECOND birthday.
I’m going to need someone to explain to me how that happened. Two? Already? Ridiculous.
So, tomorrow – it’s all about him.
Today, it’s all about me enjoying my last day of this incredible chapter.