Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Happy Birthday, Laylah and Josiah
I'm quickly jotting down some things today so that one day Josiah and Laylah can read them.
One year ago today, three adults and two babies started a new adventure. The babies were born on Monday, November 21, 2011, about 5:30pm and came home that Thursday, which was Thanksgiving Day. Very appropriate.
The first few months, 3 or 4, were bumpy and bone wearying. Crystal was the most exhausted, and she hardly left the rocking recliner during that time. She was ill and sleep-deprived. She didn't eat well, and being tethered to the chair didn't help her emotional state much. The other two of us helped all we could before and after work, and George helped during those long nights. She told me yesterday that when we would leave in the mornings for work, she would panic thinking about being alone with them all day.
Compared to then, "now" is a piece of cake, no birthday pun intended.
They are walking, jabbering, escaping from places they are supposed to stay into dangerous parts of the house from which they are supposed to be blocked. They are constantly on the go. Josiah's hair is finally starting to fill in, and Laylah's is just longer and more luxurious. lol. She is the most beautiful little girl I've ever seen.
Their personalities are the stuff dreams are made of. They're easy to manage, good eaters and generally pleasant. Josiah seems to be more of a "feeler," or thinker. He is a bit slower to move but jollier and stronger. He loves music and absolutely loves when I sit with him and watch videos together. It took him quite a while to learn to clap his hands, and now it is just about his favorite.
Laylah is quick and smart and catches on quickly. You can literally see her thinking about her next move. She can snatch a hat off of Josiah's head as swiftly as a person catches a house fly in his hand. She loves Zoe. She is petite and uses her hands to talk and gesture all day long.
I could fill an entire blog with the most endearing things, but I have to get off of here now and help with a little girl who is walking toward me with a big smile on her face as she throws remotes to the ground and Zoe runs for dear life. We are busy around here until 8:30 or 9:00 pm, their bedtime.
Laylah, Josiah, if you are reading this someday when you are older, let me say again what I will tell you many times today, just like every day: You are LOVED.
Your mom confessed to us that before you were born, she thought maybe she might be the only person to love you two as you grew up. Happily, she was SO wrong! We love you more than words could ever say. We will always be here for you. This was your first home, and you will always have a home here and two old hearts that beat strong for you until we take our last breaths. We love you like crazy. Never, ever forget or doubt that. Your Nana and Pop Pop LOVE you!