My children are almost 2.
I was thinking, as I filled my Instagram and Facebook with lovely moments my kids have, how it all can seem so fake or at least edited. With the Caitlyn Jenner interviews ratcheting my heart out, it is heard to not feel like there is some responsibility that needs to be taken in truthful representations of life.
Earlier today, my son removed his diaper in the middle of the dining room and pooped on the hardwood floor. I started laughing, he started laughing, my daughter came around the corner and started laughing and I was chasing him and he was yelling “poo poo! Poooooo poooooooo!” and my husband was yelling “don’t let him touch it!!” …..and as I was trying to catch him, my coffee spilled, the cat entered the scene and meowed loudly and I thought: This is life. It is simply not photograph-able. or “post-able.”
Maybe the truth is not as fun as the beautiful photos of elegant babies perfectly centered and laying in cribs romantically equipped with nothing but a beautiful hand stamped chevron print sheet and swaddled in a serene whisp of 100% pure white cotton peering at the camera with innocent doe-like eyes as if to say “hello! I will be the future of the Non GMO movement and I will found a colony of grass fed cattle whose meat will cure the common cold.”
Well, my kids sleep in 2 cribs shoved together to create a SUPERCRIB because they cannot stay apart from one another. They hit each other with flashlights until they go to sleep in said crib surrounded by about 9 “required nigh-nigh-bankies”. It looks like toddler blanket soup. There are also 5-6 books that are in different states of disrepair that they smuggle in. It is not pretty but we love it. Cozy, happy, INSANE twins. What else matters.
So, really, what else REALLY DOES MATTER? Poop IS funny. Cribs are warzones and I guarantee that there is a special place in hell for people like me who feed their kids the amount of cheese-puffs that mine eat. I will have to atone for peanut butter spoons and rice for dinner, and to be frank, my kids, at 23 months are basically walking road rashes. They play. All the time. All year round…..OUTSIDE. My kids are crazy but they are strong and their lungs are filled with fresh air. They wake up rested and loud. They go to bed tired and pissed off.
We are just a regular family.
I hope you can take it, because these kids are JJ and Montana and they are brutes. Future athletes and leaders. They will have excellent senses of humor and learn to NOT take themselves so damn seriously.
Bring it on 2. I think there are a lot more poop shenanigans in the next year!