Girl's Gone Child: one and a half

I know I just posted a zillion photos and am about to do it again but yesterday Bo and Revi turned eighteen months old yesterday and now they are a whopping one and a half years of age and time makes you bolder children get older I'm getting older, too. So I take my love and I take it down, oh mirror in the sky what is looooohhhooove.

I've been singing the same song for the last seven years and I don't even care that it won't leave my head. I've written about this before, I know, but I'm going to write about it again right now because that is how I'm feeling.

I can't stop all of the things that keep happening and the teeth that come in and fall out. I am the tooth fairy who wants to put the baby teeth back in Archer's mouth. Believe in me forever, I think, as I carefully pull the tooth out from under his pillow.

I remember, in those early days, someone told me that believe it or not, you will miss this. Those beeps on the hospital monitor... the lights of the NICU... You will think fondly on these days with love because before you know it they will be out of the hospital and home with you and in college...

And whomever you were that told me that, you were right. You were SO right. Because even though those first two weeks were scary with the monitors everywhere, that was how their story began. That was how our story began. Those first two precious weeks were perfect just the way they were because they were, you know?

When I was young I measured time by the boys I had crushes on, the proms and school plays... the years before and after Millers Outpost closed and I had to find a new place to shop for back-to-school... And then I had children and started measuring time by their shadows. The sun dial against their backs and, here, wear this umbrella. It's as close I have to a parasol.

There was the time before Archer and the time after. The time before Fable and after. The time before I found out I was pregnant with twins and the time that came after... and the time that came after they were born. And on every 2nd and 23rd and 13th, I am made aware of time and how hard I want to cage it.

Bo and Revi, one week:

Bo & Revi, last week:

This is a magic age. For them it is the beginning of everything. It is the beginning of everything for us, too, but also the end... Okay so this just got really dramatic. I need to calm the eff down. This is a HALF BIRTHDAY AND I AM CRYING IN MY TEA.