A while ago I posted about some of the little milestones the babies have gone through that take me by surprise. This weekend was another weekend of firsts. What seems big to me now, will seem so small in year’s time and I know I will want to remember these moments.
On Saturday morning, we took the boys to Ikea. We love a bit of Ikea. There are always things you never knew you needed, that suddenly become a must-buy. Amazingly, we came away with
no impulse hardly any impulse buys! On our shopping list were two of the Antilop high chairs, as we expect to start weaning the twins soon.
Later we assembled the high chairs and then let the boys try them out. I had envisaged that they might look a little small and unsupported at first. That perhaps they would look a bit floppy. But there they sat, heads held high, beaming away as they played with the toys I’d placed on the tray.
We also decided this weekend that it was time to move the boys into the nursery. They have slept together in our room since they arrived home. We’ve had to reposition them as they’ve grown, but over the last couple of weeks they’ve just become too cramped and have been disturbing each other. So after the usual bath and bedtime routine, they were put down in separate cots for the first time ever. As it turned out, they ended up having a far more settled night, and were able to self-soothe a few times, which they haven’t done before.
I was taken aback by these two things. Seeing the boys in their high chairs, almost ready to join the family table. And then kissing them goodnight in their own beds, turning as I closed the door to take a mental snapshot. These two things were so emotionally charged. I looked at my sons and it was like seeing them with fresh eyes – who were these babies before me, how can they possibly have been here for nearly half a year?
Sometimes it’s as though my brain takes a while to catch up to reality. It’s the same glitch that means I sometimes misjudge clothing sizes when shopping for the boys and buy too small.
Is this my subconscious not wanting them to grow up?
It’s such a bittersweet feeling to be so excited for the future, but knowing each day leaves behind experiences that will never be repeated.
We thought we were just going to have a normal, uneventful weekend. But with these two little misters, there is never such a thing.