Four little eyes that shine when they see you, two little noses that tickle your cheeks during snuggle time and four little arms that hold you in the best possible way. Twins that keep you on your toes, fill your arms with all the love that travels to the moon and back. That’s my Gio and Isa!

There’s something about watching the kids play (nicely) in the upstairs playroom that does something to me. I’m not sure if it’s the peaceful setting. The soft colors that surround us with warmth and love or just the two of them finding a friend in each other but it makes me feel at ease. They each find a seat close together while organizing the station in preparation for tea time and birthday cake, as they clearly stated. Giovanni pours tea while Isannah lays out the cookies and cakes. They offer each other their selections and pretend to eat. The pleases and thank yous make my heart happy. All of the sudden one of the cakes fell over and hit Isannah on the arm. She made a sad face and just when she was about to cry, Giovanni kissed her arm and said, “ok Isa better.” She smiled and they began to enjoy their little tea birthday party. I just sat back and watched with the biggest smile on my face and in my heart. The giggles and laughter that filled that room this evening took me to the future of a beautiful friendship. They are brother and sister but the friendship that I watch develop daily will last in their hearts forever.

Gio is beginning to change our nightly routine. The night goes as follows: dinner, daddy reads books as I prepare the bath for baby number one (Isa). Isa comes up, I give her a bath, dry, pjs, brush teeth, brush hair, cuddle, sing a few songs and put down to bed. Then baby number two (Gio) comes up to start the routine all over again. The past couple of nights Gio’s found stalling A LOT gets him to bed later with more cuddle time with mom in the bathroom. When I finally get him out of the bath I cuddle with him while singing before putting him down to continue the night routine. He clings on to me so I won’t put him down and get him dressed. He holds on to me for dear life and says “almost”. Almost is his new favorite word meaning there’s still more time and we aren’t done just yet but we will almost be done but not yet “almost.” I love our night routine and love my cuddle time with both of them. It does wonders for calming down my busy day but the extra cuddle time not wanting to get dressed is getting longer and longer. I feel horrible when he cries and doesn’t want to let me go. I would hold him forever but that’s the problem. I feel like I’m making the problem worse. I do love that naked little tushie and how his hugs feel so much better just out of a bath. You just want to eat them all up. They are so cute and kindly tired that those hugs means so much more. I’m not sure if it was the three days of fever that caused a change in the schedule but it’s getting a little harder. I hate to admit this but I’m also dragging during bath time and feel horrible for feeling that way. I just adore these kids and never want to be the cause of their little tears. The night routine is drawing near so we will see how tonight goes. Gio is fever free and feeling more like his spunky self so let’s see what happens. Bring on those baby cuddles and the “almost.”  

My baby boy has been sick for the past three days with a fever. A fever that came from no where. Feeling helpless because he is hurting and I don’t know how to take it away. Tylenol every 4 hours to reduce the fever but then what. No other signs just one clingy, eyes watering, quivering lip, mommy calling baby boy. Cuddling helps me feel better and him some what better but it doesn’t stop the fever. It’s times like these that you feel the weakest. Not only because you have no super power to heal but because you are drained and feel as exhausted as he does. Why aren’t children born with high fighting immune systems? Why does it take time to develop? I know there’s a science for everything but they are tiny beings who sometimes can’t fully express their pains or needs. It’s hard enough that they are so small and need to grow, learn how to crawl, walk, run, talk, etc…but isn’t that enough. Do they have to get so sick to the point where all they could do is ride it out? Yes, I know. Fevers help you fight off infections or this all helps build your immune system but why go through it all. There will be enough for them to have to go through and experience. Life is tough a lot of the times and they will learn soon enough so why not give them all a pass when they are babies/toddlers? A mom has a limited number of powers. Wish there was just something more we could do besides lose our patience when we try so hard not to.