Tuesday, April 5, 2016

In the Mornings

I'm always in the kitchen doing a million things on weekday mornings but I'd hear her footsteps some days, like rustling leaves against the floorboards. As she reaches the end of the hallway, she'd stop and wait, look in on me and say, "Good morning, mama."

I'm always startled by Miranda's use of "mama" recently. Copying her sister's way of calling me now. It might go back to "Mommy" soon enough but I sort of hope not.

Some days she wakes first and some days the little one wakes first. And when Alexa does, I'm not allowed to let her down until I have held her and walked around for at least 15 minutes. 

And then when she's having her breakfast at her little table and watching a show on TV, she'd come every 5 minutes and hug and kiss my thigh, go back to what she's doing and repeat this until she's done with breakfast. She'll come to me and tell me she's "inish" and tip-toe to place her bowl on the kitchen benchtop.

Even though the morning routine is often harried, these little things don't go unnoticed. I miss them as soon as I'm on the train and all alone. No more stories, no more hand tugging or heart tugging -- until 9 hours later.

Sunday, April 3, 2016

On Good Friday, I ran only my second run this year, 6K and on Easter Monday, I ran my first 10K of the year. It felt really good, knowing that I still could go the distance and that it didn't kill me. 

Those public holidays and the extra time that we got was such a huge bonus for us. We got to do what we actually want. For a while, we tried to run during the weekends and while doable, it just meant less time for other things - like time with the kids, cooking, organizing for the week. 

I'm a lucky wife - I try to go for Pilates twice a week and although it's at the expense of time with the kids, D encourages me. There are days when I feel like a chef - all I need to do is put food on the table and he's happy to be with the kids. It's a team effort, after all. Uh, happy wife, happy life? :P

He's got himself into a soccer thing with some guys on Friday nights too now. :)

People who don't have kids/ have help with kids don't know how easy they have it, honestly. Ourselves, pre-kids, included.

I saw this comic the other day:

Granted those women at the end are expressing sour grapes because dude, you gotta acknowledge the work (!!!) but I'm just thinking, her kids must have slept well.

Miranda and Lexie are our on our bed at that time most days and between trying to get enough space to sleep and Lexie crying every 20 mins during her teething phases or bouts of illnesses - oh man. If I so much as move to my side, she would start on her whinging. 

I'd like to say I can't wait till they are older but the other day, I imagined them older and a chill ran down my spine. No. Stay babies, please. For a while longer.