Almost every day it’s something new.
They sit and that’s incredible, they’re both SITTING, what big boys my twins are and then they hurtle across our living room and gosh, they’re CRAWLING, nothing will ever be safe again and now –
Now the twins STAND. They haul themselves up and they’re so pleased with themselves, so proud and shout-y about it, that I forget for a moment to be horrified, I forget that the poor dog can’t so much as curl up on the sofa without being gawped at and manhandled any more, and I can’t help but smile.
And any minute now they’re going to fling their lives into a suitcase and rush off to university, and then they will fall in love and have babies of their own and –
It’s just going rather quickly, okay?
I can hardly believe how small they once were, how they used to fall asleep on my chest and how I could carry one in each arm with ease. It just –
It amazes me. They amaze me. I’m not ready to stop being a mum to babies yet.
When do babies become toddlers? When they turn one? When they start to toddle? I still have a while yet – right?