***1.5 years***
This was my favorite time of day. I’d started taking a lot of joy in the simple, yet peaceful quietness of sitting out on my patio first thing in the morning, with a warm cup of tea. It was my me time before the day really started. Sometimes these moments lasted longer than others. Today would be a short day as I heard wailing coming from the other side of the house. I welcomed the distraction because it meant I was going to keep busy instead of watching the clock.
“Good morning
Graham.” His eager little arms reached out for me.
Most days he was
the first one up as if he knew he had to get the attention before his sisters
woke. The only problem with that his crying usually woke up the other three. He
was lucky this morning, his sisters seemed to be snoozing away still. After a
quick diaper change, the two of us exited the room quietly.
“You hungry baby
boy?”
“‘Ood, ‘ood,” he
babbled happily in response.
“Yes, mommy will
feed you. How about some banana nut oatmeal?”
I got him
strapped into his chair before preparing his breakfast. The self-feeding stage
was messy, especially when all four ate at the same time but it was all a part
of the growing up thing. With each new milestone, I was a little sad at the
fact these were my last babies, but at the same time I was relieved. They were
getting older, doing more, which meant their personalities were starting to
come through. They were all so very different, and even though they wore me out
most days, I loved every minute.
“Are you excited
to see sissy today?”
Graham frowned
and shook his head. “No sissy!”
I laughed at his
reaction. Most days they got along, but some days it did seem like the girls
ganged up on him. If he had a toy that they wanted, they would just snatch it
from him. Most times he didn’t even put up a fight. It’s like he already knew
it was a lost cause. If they were like this now as toddlers I only imagined
what the next few years had in store for me. I heard the beginning sounds of
light talking coming from their room. The others were waking, my day was really
about to take off.
Two hours later
everyone was fed, dressed and happy. We were all having a good time in the play
room when I heard the car pull into the driveway. I already had the door open
before they got a chance to ring the bell.
“They will never
be able to sneak out the house,” Finley said with a smile as she threw her arms
around my neck.
“I’m sure
they’ll still try. You did,” I returned. “Hi Zana dear. How are you?”
