I knew this day would come. Cecily is a dainty flower and Cason, well Cason is the opposite of dainty. In fact, we call him "Bruiser"...due to his size and in large part due to the number of bruises he seems to have on his precious, sweet, angel-baby face. I was walking in Cardiff last month and a man stopped me on the street to tell me the oddest thing.
Man: "Hello. How old is your son?
Me: "He will be two soon - he's 22 months"
Man: "I had to stop you because that is perhaps the biggest baby I have ever seen. His head is massive..."
Me: "Oh, yes, it runs in the family. You should see his Daddy... have a great day!" ... Ummm... ok!
The time has come where Cecily and Cason (pictured in their matching dog PJs sitting with Flash) are just about the same size. Of course, Cecily still has about 1-2 inches in height... but Cason wins on weight, clothes size, shoe size, hat size... and pretty much everything else. No, it is not a contest and hey - size does not matter! It just leads to a whole lot of questions from folks that I'm not really interested in answering when I'm just cruising the mall, park, or Target aisles. If I dare correct the person, or Noah blurts out - she's almost 5 and he's not even 2 - the person has no idea what to say next. I honestly don't care I just don't have time for the story so I smile and say - girls are dainty!
I love that the kids are such good buddies. I love that Noah is the big brother and that Cason and Cecily play so well (most of the time) together. I have to admit - I love dressing them alike! It is just fun to see two toddlers running around and chasing each other - full of life and fun and mischief. OMG - mischief!
Most people know that I talk about Cason as if he was the second coming. I love all my children the same and in very different ways. As a Mom, I truly appreciate that each child is unique and different and beautiful and challenging and rewarding in their own special way. While our monkeys look related - they could not be more different. Noah is the shy, quiet, smart and wonderfully silly child. Cecily is the social, sassy, stubborn and discerning child. And Cason - well he's just the happy go lucky - life is full of fun child! Noah follows directions. Cecily does her best to understand and follow. Cason ignores them completely and flashes his toothy grin and big blue eyes as he blatantly does the opposite of what you just requested. While terribly cute... it is terribly naughty and the cuteness will fade quickly to this tired Mommy.
Life has hit a new era. The frequent hospitalizations seem to have subsided. Fear of Cecily vomiting and having GI-related issues are almost gone. The medical scares (seizures, low sugars, kidney reflux, and more... have just about disappeared!) We are grateful. We are stunned and happy and relieved. And as one door closes another one opens and we are entering the area of wild behaviors and crazy tantrums. The good news is we have fought through very challenging times before and we always come out the other side. Tantrums are hard for any child. They are especially hard for a child with emerging communication skills. It is often impossible to understand how smiles have turned to tears and peaceful joy has turned to anger - in what seems like a blink of an eye.
As the medical support in our house diminishes we are grateful for friends and family who realize that this new phase is actually just as hard (if not harder) on the family. We are so grateful for the help and for the first time perhaps ever - I've not been to proud to take it.
Noah actually was able to go away for the weekend with his new friend! He went camping for the first time ever for 2 nights without any family. He has left us before - but only with Auntie Neeta or Grammy and Grandpa. This was an entirely new experience and he thrived. We were grateful for him to have this opportunity as our life won't enable us to do trips just yet...
And as I type this one baby just awoke with a fit of screams and tears. The day is never done. The cries are ever-present. But this too shall pass. Twins - one laughing, one crying. Both growing and both thriving.
Onwards and upwards!
Man: "Hello. How old is your son?
Me: "He will be two soon - he's 22 months"
Man: "I had to stop you because that is perhaps the biggest baby I have ever seen. His head is massive..."
Me: "Oh, yes, it runs in the family. You should see his Daddy... have a great day!" ... Ummm... ok!
The time has come where Cecily and Cason (pictured in their matching dog PJs sitting with Flash) are just about the same size. Of course, Cecily still has about 1-2 inches in height... but Cason wins on weight, clothes size, shoe size, hat size... and pretty much everything else. No, it is not a contest and hey - size does not matter! It just leads to a whole lot of questions from folks that I'm not really interested in answering when I'm just cruising the mall, park, or Target aisles. If I dare correct the person, or Noah blurts out - she's almost 5 and he's not even 2 - the person has no idea what to say next. I honestly don't care I just don't have time for the story so I smile and say - girls are dainty!
I love that the kids are such good buddies. I love that Noah is the big brother and that Cason and Cecily play so well (most of the time) together. I have to admit - I love dressing them alike! It is just fun to see two toddlers running around and chasing each other - full of life and fun and mischief. OMG - mischief!
Most people know that I talk about Cason as if he was the second coming. I love all my children the same and in very different ways. As a Mom, I truly appreciate that each child is unique and different and beautiful and challenging and rewarding in their own special way. While our monkeys look related - they could not be more different. Noah is the shy, quiet, smart and wonderfully silly child. Cecily is the social, sassy, stubborn and discerning child. And Cason - well he's just the happy go lucky - life is full of fun child! Noah follows directions. Cecily does her best to understand and follow. Cason ignores them completely and flashes his toothy grin and big blue eyes as he blatantly does the opposite of what you just requested. While terribly cute... it is terribly naughty and the cuteness will fade quickly to this tired Mommy.
Life has hit a new era. The frequent hospitalizations seem to have subsided. Fear of Cecily vomiting and having GI-related issues are almost gone. The medical scares (seizures, low sugars, kidney reflux, and more... have just about disappeared!) We are grateful. We are stunned and happy and relieved. And as one door closes another one opens and we are entering the area of wild behaviors and crazy tantrums. The good news is we have fought through very challenging times before and we always come out the other side. Tantrums are hard for any child. They are especially hard for a child with emerging communication skills. It is often impossible to understand how smiles have turned to tears and peaceful joy has turned to anger - in what seems like a blink of an eye.
As the medical support in our house diminishes we are grateful for friends and family who realize that this new phase is actually just as hard (if not harder) on the family. We are so grateful for the help and for the first time perhaps ever - I've not been to proud to take it.
Noah actually was able to go away for the weekend with his new friend! He went camping for the first time ever for 2 nights without any family. He has left us before - but only with Auntie Neeta or Grammy and Grandpa. This was an entirely new experience and he thrived. We were grateful for him to have this opportunity as our life won't enable us to do trips just yet...
And as I type this one baby just awoke with a fit of screams and tears. The day is never done. The cries are ever-present. But this too shall pass. Twins - one laughing, one crying. Both growing and both thriving.
Onwards and upwards!
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