Suddenly there are no more day nappies, no more cots and no more change tables. No more interpreting cries and screams (they've been replaced by words). No more mushy food and no more projectile poos. I can't quite believe that I don't have babies any more. I have celebrated every milestone and development the kids have made with far more joy than if it had been my own, but suddenly this week I feel sad. I feel like a chapter of my life has ended. One that I didn't always relish, but one that was so precious, so instense, and now, I realise, so short. My babies are growing up.
It's bitter sweet. I am just loving this stage - I think 3 & 4 are the most fun ages I've experienced with the kids. Jasmine is an absolute treasure right now. She is so thoughtful and caring, and (for some unknown reason, and I know it will be all-too-brief) I am the centre of her world right now. We always talk about what our favourite part of the day is at bedtime, and lately hers is always a moment we shared together - when I picked her up from kinder, when we played tickles on the couch while Beau was napping, or "right now mummy". I could just eat her up with a spoon. I'm overwhelmed with kisses and cuddles from both of the kids at the moment. It's delicious.
We gave Beau a big boy bed for his birthday, and he's taken to it like a duck to water. Funnily enough, he doesn't get out on his own in the morning, but still calls out to us "Mama! I'm awake! Mummy! Mama! MAMA!" We have to yell out to him to get out of bed and come to us for a cuddle.
We celebrated with a pirate party on his birthday, and I amazed myself by making the most awesome novelty cake that I ever hoped to make - a pirate ship. I was so proud of it I left it on the bench for everyone to see for the entire party! I feel like I might have even qualified as a proper mum!
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