Happy Birthday Pookie and Geetle!

6 years. I can’t believe it. Like most women, I imagined myself with babies, maybe a toddler, but never a full-grown kid. I always imagined holding my babies, rocking my babies, cooing at my babies. I never imagined myself meeting the Kindergarten bus, discussing the difference between French Toast and regular toast, buying what seem like full sized shoes, taking someone for a haircut and saying “give him the usual.” I knew I liked babies, but I was not so sure I would like kids. So, imagine my surprise when I discovered how much I like these kids.

I remember the good days and the bad. But they all make me smile. I remember the time 2 year old Pookie locked himself in the bathroom and turned on the sink, the one with the drain that could never keep up with the waterflow out of the faucet. As I panicked and tried to decide what to do, he casually strolled out, gave me the “what up, Mom” and headed for the living room as I rushed past him to turn the tap off just before the sink overflowed.

I remember how 1 year old Geetle used to bang her head on her crib rail when she was angry, but only when we were looking. She would make eye contact, line up her shot, do a few practice taps and then WHAM!

I remember how I worried how I would manage to take care of two babies. And now I look back and think it was easier then than it is now. I think the song we used to sing as we climbed the stairs 2-3 times a day, me herding them as they crawled up by themselves:

Up, up, up, up the stairs we go
We gotta go up, up, up, up
Up to a place we know!
Its time for bed, bed, bed, bed
Its time to rest our little head.

My favorite times? Without a doubt, it was in our first house. Why? I am not sure. I think its because its where it all began. We were the 3 Amigos. Back then, I worked 3 short days a week and was home 2 full days. On those 2 full days home, we had all day to do things. We went to the park, the petting zoo, the mall, the library. Sometimes we tried new things like frosting cookies or finger painting. Sometimes we took baths in the middle of the day. Sometimes we would lay in the living room for hours, playing Little People.

The worst times? Probably during Pookie’s potty training, when neither he, BAGD or I had a clue as to when and how it was going to work out. All 3 of us were grasping at straws, trying to figure out what the other was trying to tell us. We did not speak the same language or think the same way, and it showed. But, we figured it out.

So, now my baby twins are 6. 6 is half way to 12, which is half way to independent adulthood. 6 is alot closer to an adult than it is a baby. I can’t even begin to list all the amazing things Pookie and Geetle learned to do in those 6 years. They are really awesome little people.

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