Haven't posted stories about my kids for a while. What type of a boring mommy blogger am I! I should be fired. I thought I would share a few random pics and stories about the kids.
This is such a cute, typical pic of my kids, I love it. Dress rehearsal for the school concert.
(Dress rehearsal at school)
They love their school and their teacher, Aunty B (who Adam calls Aunty V). Aunty B is absolutely wonderful and I will be forever indebted to her for making their first experience of school such a positive, loving one. I wish they could stay there forever. Luckily for all of us, they are there for a full year next year too before moving on to preschool.
(End of year pic at school. A separate post to explain why there are only white kids in the pic, I am sure you would be interested to hear why it is so. Remind me if I forget)
They have both grown so much emotionally and socially this year, but especially Adam. He has formed a close friendship with three other boys, the biking boys. The four of them all love riding on their bikes. They are all similar in that they aren't the very loud, rough boys, but they are also not the quiet, soft boys. They are each a little sensitive, a little bit of a mommy's boy, but still a boy at heart. Aunty B says it has done wonders for Adam as sometimes he acts as the leader and they follow his instructions. He adores his friends, and the four of them are so sweet with one other.
(Adam, Luke, Sean, Matthew)
Adam is such a sweet child. He is super affectionate and LOVES to kiss and hug Marko and I. His sensory issues are much better, although they will always be there. He has just learnt to manage it a bit better, as I knew he would. He stills experiences everything super intensely, and is super observant of his surroundings, but it is much better. A few weeks ago, a week after the school concert, I told him we would be seeing Father Christmas as a party we were going to. He asked me whether this time it would be a man Father Christmas and not a lady Father Christmas like at school. The Father Christmas at school was a woman, but you could hardly tell as she was fully dressed up in her outfit and spoke with a gruff voice, but he is just so in tune with everything that goes on around him.
(Conner and Kate)
Kate plays with most of the children quite freely. She joins in where ever she feels like it, but the one friend she plays with most is Connor, a very sweet little boy who doesn't talk much but shares her love of digging in the sand. Every morning the two of them head off to the sand with their buckets and spades and start digging. I think Connor's lack of verbal skills is the perfect foil for Kate's bossiness.
Kate is a real fire cracker. She is as tough as nails, but still adores her mommy. Her daddy too, but her mother is her favourite. I am not sure why as the father is much softer towards her, but somehow I am it. She calls me 'mother'. It is so funny. Not mommy, or mom, but 'mother'. She speaks so well, she articulates each work so precisely, as if she is on stage. My family think it is hilarious. We are not allowed to call her pretty or beautiful, no one is. I have no idea where that comes from. We are allowed to call her clever, or strong (in fact, she is not shy of pointing out how clever she is, or what a good singer she is), but you are not allowed to say she is pretty, she gets quite cross.
I told the kids about Max and their reaction was so sweet, Adam had the hugest grin on his face and Kate kept asking when he was coming out. She is completely taken with the idea and keeps lifting up my shirt to talk to Max. "look Max, look at me spin around". Today I asked them if they wanted a bread roll with ham on and she ran over to my stomach to ask Max whether he wanted one too. Adam told me tonight that he hopes Max wont poop in my tummy. I told him that I hoped so too. Kate said next time it is her turn to choose a baby as she wants a girl baby. Marko told her to dream on, there is only one baby coming and this one is a boy one. NO MORE BABIES.
They have reached the stage where they tease each other. It drives me crazy. They know exactly which buttons to press with one another and take GREAT joy in doing so. But, they also do get along really well. This is when having twins is such a great thing. They play together all the time, they are forever making up games and keeping each other entertained. Luckily they both love being outside and could spend hours in the garden digging or playing or climbing. Lucky for me!
Both of them are as brown as berries. All over tans as they are forever taking their clothes off and running around the garden naked. They get that from me.
(Birthday party at school as their birthday is during school holidays)
(Almost) four is a great age. SO much better than two or three. I am really enjoying this age, and although I think most people, if they could choose, want a smaller age gap between their kids, I am glad it has worked out this way with Max. I am so pleased that I had four years of enjoying my kids without having my attention taken away by a younger child. I know I could be accused of 'babying' my kids, but I feel no shame about that. In my opinion there is enough time to be big and grow up and so I have enjoyed allowing my children to enjoy being babies and young kids. I have a sense of sadness that the baby time is coming to an end, but I also recognise it is time.
The wonderful thing about having kids post infertility* is that that special butterfly in the tummy feeling never goes away. It might happen less often (especially when they are being bloody irritating) but I still find myself getting that delicious butterfly feeling inside of myself when I hear one of them call me mommy (or 'mother' in the case of Kate), or when they wrap their gorgeous arms around me and tell me they love me. Although parenting is the hardest job I have ever done, it also the most rewarding and I am grateful every single day that I was lucky enough to have these two beautiful, healthy children of mine. I am truly blessed.
*Edited to add: Of course all loving mothers feel this wonderful joyous butterfly feeling, but ours is mixed with the very visceral reminder of how close we came to never having this at all. It is the very beautiful feeling tinged with just an edge of the reminder of it used to be. How it almost never was.