So Des is turning two the same day as Scarlet’s preschool graduation.
Life..really about that one? I keep calling it two reasons to cry. Everyone else calls it two reasons to celebrate and be happy. Personally, I think we’re both right. There is no way to contain even a fraction of my love for these two in existence, much less in a blog post. I mean, sometimes I love them so much, it’s hard to exist. And mostly I love them so much, it’s easier to exist.
And I know I’ll have a lot more to say on the subject as it gets closer, but for now, I just notice so many changes in these kids. Scarlet seems to be coming out of her toddler-preschooler screechiness very beautifully. And Des, let’s just say Des is making it so clear to me that he’s turning two next month. So what is it that happens when your youngest child (thus far) is nearing two?
– You were so sure you only wanted one kid until your oldest turned two. But then you really, really, really, really knew that you only wanted two kids. Until your second is nearing two..Then you start to think a third kid isn’t a bad idea. Even if it is.
– You find yourself catching your breath a lot, knowing that you’re nearly two years gone from your last birth.
– You find matchbox cars in the toilet and in the garbage can – under the raw eggshells.
– Sometimes he streaks through the house yelling, “Runaway Nakey!” He knows how to take off his own diaper and pee on the floor.
– You need space, and you don’t need space. He needs space, and he doesn’t need space.
– You find yourself wondering if the nice, gentle baby streak is over and he might start having a-hole moments that aren’t flukes, but becoming regular.
– After you have dropped your older one at preschool and “Let It Go” comes on the radio, you breathe a sigh of relief that you can switch the station. Until, your nearly two-year-old shouts, “No! Let It Doh!” And you have to listen to the whole song.
– Now that your near two-year-old is talking a lot, your older child is trying to teach him how to yell “penis”!
– Your child is fluent in his own language, and maybe only you understand him. Even when he yells, “Penis!”
– You’re simultaneously mourning the loss of your baby, and welcoming the new kid he’s becoming..
..but you’ve done this before. And you know the way it squeezes your heart, leaves it out to dry, and fills it again with all of the good stuff. Day after day.