And just like that, January is over and I shall be returning to work next week.
It is almost shocking to me how quickly the time has flown, swallowed up in broken-sleep nights and days punctuated by the needs of two small people. I’m surprised that my relationship with Kirsty hasn’t suffered. Perhaps because we’ve had so many years to ourselves before the twins are born, we’ve had a chance for our roots to grow into the deeper soil where they don’t need so much nourishment. We’ve had to put our couple needs on hold for a while, but that’s okay.
Regarding my return to work, I have mixed feelings. On the one hand, I am so going to miss this little family of mine during the day. On the other hand, I’m quite excited for an opportunity to wear grown-up clothes and to drink the expensive coffee that we can’t afford at home and so I buy for the office, and to read my book on the train every morning. And I know that Kirsty is quite looking forward to having the boys to herself every day as well.
The boys themselves continue to be delightful, gregarious babies who greatly enjoy flirting with strangers from the safety of their mummies’ arms. They had a horror of a time adjusting after their vaccinations – but were assured of their great fortune in being born in a country that offered routine vaccinations – but have finally perked back up. They have learned to laugh, have a more developed interest in toys, and as of last week have grown into their 3-6 month wardrobe.
We’ve had a few moments recently that have made us reflect upon how grateful and glad we are to have them, each other and the little dog in our lives.