My last post was in 2013, which seems weird, but also sounds about right. Life has gotten much busier since then, but oh so much fuller and wonderful.
Beckett, who hadn't even been born yet, is almost three! I was thinking about that today, and I don't know if that seems like a really short time, or a really long time. Three years doesn't sound that long, but I can't imagine life without him, either.
Beckett, at almost three, is a busy boy. He has so. much. energy. He was sick a few weeks ago, and I kept saying I was worried about how lethargic he was, until my mother-in-law mentioned that what I was calling extreme lethargy was just normal sick kid.
Being a big brother has really suited Beckett. We never had any problems with him being jealous, or acting out after Jericho was born. He says, "Aww!" or "Sweet!" in this super high pitched voice, and gives her a hug about 20 times a day. We did worry at the beginning that he'd accidentally smother her when trying to cover her with a blanket, but she did survive. The worry now is just being gentle in general, which he's still working on.
His words have made leaps and bounds in the last couple months, but sometimes I like it more when he doesn't quite know how to say what he means. Whenever I say, "I love you, Beckett," he says right back, "Love you, Beckett." I just say I'm glad he has so much self-esteem at this age.
Particular is a good word for describing Beckett. He likes things to be done just so, and will have a nice almost-three-years-old meltdown if they aren't. Some of the things we have done horribly wrong include: the wrong person buckling him into the car, the wrong person unbuckling him from the car, opening the fruit snacks, not opening the fruit snacks, and so on. I don't know how we managed to get anything done without him, since everything we have ever done is wrong.
Jericho, who is almost one, is such a mama's girl. I have always been so upset whenever Beckett wants Jamin instead of me, and this is my
Jericho loves Beckett. She's been watching him for as long as she could see him, and her face lights up when she sees him. She does, however, screech like a banshee when Beckett takes something away from her now. For a while she just let it happen, but now she lets him (and everyone in the neighborhood) know that she's not happy.
She already says something that sounds like "bye bye" and waves when prompted, and loves to say "uh oh." She's been pulling herself up for a while now, and is able to take steps holding onto hands (even though she looks a little drunk). She wants to do what Beckett does so badly that I wouldn't be surprised if she gets walking down before her birthday.
Recently I've really gotten back into knitting. As a result, I now have a yarn addiction. My sister sent me a picture of her "huge stash" and I just laughed. A co-worker got her daughter a loom-type thing for Christmas and I told her not to buy yarn, but to just take some of mine. I gave her 3 plastic bags full, and I am ashamed to say it didn't really even make a dent. Some of the yarn I pick up I'm too scared to use. It's so pretty, and I'm afraid I'll waste it by making something terrible, so it just sits and waits while I buy more. I vaguely remember saying I wouldn't buy any more until I used up some of my stash about a year ago. I think Jamin knew it wouldn't happen, but he pretended to believe in me (while also letting me buy more yarn).
Between work and the kids, I don't get as much time to do it as I'd like, but I usually get in at least a couple rows a day. It's something I've really grown to love doing, and it's a good way to wind down at the end of the day.
And that brings me to why I'm writing. I need to take some time for myself, time to be by myself, to gather my thoughts, to remember what's going on at this busy stage of our lives, and to write it down because heaven knows that between the potty accidents, the food on the floor, the screeching, the tears, the skinned knees, the diaper changes, and the bumped heads, I need to take the time to savor the hugs, the giggles, the story times, the kisses, the snuggles, the new words, the walks, the games, the tickles, the "Love you, Beckett"s.
So...here we go.