As I sat folding laundry the other day, I noticed that I no longer had spit up and breastmilk stains on my clothes. It took my breath away for a moment...my "babies" aren't little anymore. I mean, they are, but they aren't. A few days later we were heading out to do errands, and I found myself packing snacks, instead of bottles of expressed milk. And, most days, my breastpump sits idle, instead of being on active duty twice a day at the kitchen table.
All of these "milestones" really hit me, especially as they approach their 11th month birthday, inching ever closer to their first birthday in March. How is it possible that my babies are almost a year old? A year ago yesterday, I had just finished up at work and was bucking down for a month of weekly appointments, trying to enjoy the last few weeks as a family of three. And now, we can't imagine life without these two people, who are so different it boggles the mind that they are even related!
Slow down babies, slow down.