Spent the afternoon at a family gathering, a christening for Sofia's sort of cousin (3 months). We also got to meet her other new sort of cousin, another girl (7 weeks). It was at a house in San Francisco. The boys looked really cute, wish I had my camera working. The house was full of babies - probably 10 ranging in age from 6 weeks to 5 years old, and then a few older kids as well. It was crazy! The boys loved it, but unfortunately, there was a rather steep stairway leading to the yard that was open, so any remote possiblity of my actually sitting down went out the window with that.
Steve and I took turns making sure neither twin escaped our eye and plummetted to serious injury. I remember when Sofia was little, this same stairway was a source of anxiety for me, but it's a lot easier keeping an eye on one toddler than 2. The problem with Steve is he's a man and easily distracted. He'll start chatting, he takes his eye off for one second and that's all it takes. So, I have to constantly make sure he's watching, while I'm chasing after the other twin. I literally need eyes in the back of my head. Naturally, the twins are most drawn like a moth to a flame to the stairs. Of course, Sofia is off on her own during all of this - trying to play ping pong, thinking she's one of the big kids.
The dynamic was interesting in that most of the girls there (friends of my sister in law-in law) are all early 30's with their first baby. They're all comparing notes - "Oh, she rolled over!" and "Oh, she just started on solids!" and "Oh, you look great!" (while I sit there in a maternity shirt, 16 months post partum). I feel so envious of the brand new mommies at times. In fact, one of them had a cute little brunette 6 mo old girl who resembled Sofia quite a bit and I am not going to lie, I was a bit wistful for those days when it was just her and I. It's something that I still struggle with from time to time. I love my boys so much, but boy I sure feel overwhelmed a lot of the time.
We only stayed a few hours as I was just done chasing after them and stressing about the staircase. I kind of felt bad but consider it a victory that we all got out in the first place.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
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