What I Want to Remember
Lately I’ve been struck by random moments that don’t really stand out as big memories–you know, like family vacations, holidays, etc., but just little instances throughout the day that I want to remember.
Things like the way Grace sings whatever comes into her head. The other day, as we were getting ready to leave for church, I heard her singing Counting Stars, with an Itsy Bitsy Spider encore.
The way that Sophie carried her balloon around all. day. long. She brought me books to read to her–with the balloon. She watched football in Joe’s lap with her balloon. She fell down on the floor because she got caught up in the string and said, “Sorry balloon.”
Grace has been into tucking herself in at nap and bedtime. She has mostly dropped her nap, but she frequently does it at bedtime and stays in for the night. I love hearing her read and sing to herself before she settles down.
When we go on walks, or even just to get Grace to and from school, I love feeling their little hands in mine as we walk.
Every time that we put Sophie in bed, she always lays on her back (even though she usually sleeps on her stomach) and sticks her legs in the air, so we can’t cover her feet with her blankets. Every single time.
Grace just learned to pump her legs on the swings (thank the Lord) and she is so proud of herself. Every single time.
They love finding little nooks and crannies to hide in. I frequently find them behind a chair with a book, hiding behind curtains together, or wedged in the few inches between Grace’s bed and the wall.
It makes me laugh to see how excited they get over simple things, like when Grace told my nurse at an appointment all about when we stayed in a hotel in Des Moines and she and Sophie got to take a bath together (we have a walk-in shower with a small portable tub, so this doesn’t happen often).
Right now, Sophie says everything on her mind. When I go to get her from her crib, she’ll ask for Grace, tell me her diaper is wet, or show me her blanket. She points out everything she sees, and it’s funny to see her random thought patterns.
Grace’s fashion sense will embarrass her when she’s a teenager, but it’s so funny now to see how she dresses herself. Yesterday it was an all-stripes ensemble, because in her mind, the stripes all match so it’s good.
There are so many frustrating moments throughout every day… like when I’m wiping peanut butter off bedroom doors (we eat in the kitchen, not the hallway), when they antagonize each other to scream, when Grace melts down over not having the pink plate/cup/spoon, or when they won’t eat the food that I know they like. A lot of these good and bad things are just phases, and pretty soon they won’t freak out (with excitement) when they see an airplane anymore, and they won’t want to hold my hand, or snuggle up under my arm as I read a book. They won’t always be content with the little world they have now, and that’s okay. I’m pretty sure I won’t miss the diaper changes, early wake-up calls, or reading the same book a million times over. I know there will be lots of good moments as they grow into the people they’re meant to be, but some of these times really are too sweet to be forgotten, too.