Month Four: Firsts

You moved into your new bedroom in our new house. You touched snow. You started to belly laugh.

This month was such a blur because it was all about getting used to being with you boys on my own during the day. Early on, I locked myself out of the house with you boys inside. It was snowing. I was wearing my pajamas. I remember looking through the window at your sweet little feet kicking away at the toys hanging down from your activity mat. I could hear your brother asking me for more eggs, from way up high on his new tall big boy seat. Then, yada, yada, yada, you children survived, unscathed, no toes were lost to frostbite, and thankfully our neighbors no longer think I am completely out of my mind.

By the end of this month, there had been an investment of approximately one hundred and fifty American dollars in the effort to get you to not be completely dependent on me for your feedings. We tried every bottle, nipple, and a top of the line warmer. It was with a heavy heart that I finally accepted your stance on the matter.