Welcome to Mommy Mondays, the one day of the week that I let myself drone on about my kids. In the span of one week in October, my daughter turns three and my son turns one.
She is, first and foremost, her daddy’s girl.
On her first day of preschool, she asked “you’re not staying...?” with hesitation. But she hasn’t paused since.
She loves to take a rest in her room alone. Often I hear her jumping off the bed over and over instead of napping.
Her favorite food is chicken and rice soup, she’ll eat two full bowls in one sitting.
She insists on wearing a dress every single day. A dresser full of shorts and shirts stays mostly untouched, while all of her hanging items have frayed and stained long ago.
She was sort of an aloof baby, but sometime during toddlerhood she took to cuddling. Now after she’s been tucked in for the night, she hollers that she wants “to talk about things.” Things are usually cupcakes. Occasionally ice cream.
Her heart beats in sync with her daddy, but it’s her momma that she imitates. Phrases, mannerisms, high heels. She is always watching and listening.
She is rowdy, not nearly as delicate as her skirted appearance suggests. She runs and tumbles and wants to take a turn on the biggest slide.
After all her parent’s worry, she is her baby brother’s number one fan. She keeps one eye on him at all times, asking his whereabouts first thing in the morning and patting him through the crib every night.
They are companions.
He is, first and foremost, in love with his momma.
His whole body lights up when there is music in the air. He sways and claps to even the softest tune.
There isn’t a button within a five mile radius that he hasn’t pushed. We find the microwave on, the television deprogrammed. He gives us his toothy grin.
He was slow to crawl, but now he gets everywhere he needs to go and then some. He doesn’t wriggle to get away. He likes to be close to whoever is in the room. He curls around your legs like a cat, and sits comfortably in a lap for long stretches.
He’s a giggle box. So much is funny in his world, the rest of the room lightens with him.
He is as laid back as she is intense.
They are companions.