My Dear Sweet Girls,
Today was one of those days. Nothing very monumental happened- it was rainy so we stayed inside, cranked up the Christmas music and spent the morning gluing sequins and fuzzy balls onto foam shaped Christmas trees. I helped to peel a hundred Santas off of sticker sheets so they could be carefully placed onto construction paper by tiny pudgy hands. I saved a baby who is desperate to crawl (but can only scoot backwards as of yet) from under various pieces of furniture that she kept getting stuck under. I removed a thousand soggy socks from that same baby’s mouth and wrestled them onto cold wriggly feet. I listened as a helpful little girl read a counting book to her sister before her morning nap (one, tyoo, pree, pour, pive, six, seben, eight, nine, ten!) and prayed that she never learns the correct way to say things. I brushed soft curls from eyes and inhaled said hair, wondering when I would have to switch from baby shampoo to big girl shampoo.
I poured boxed mac n’ cheese into bowls for lunch, feeling mildly guilty until I was greeted with “Yay, mac cheese!” and happy flapping baby hands. I tucked two sleepy girls in for naps after singing yet another round of Charlie Brown’s “Christmastime is Here” and the theme song to Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood. I scraped dried noodles off of plates and picked pajamas off the floor and hung artwork up to dry and exhaled after plopping down on the couch for what felt like the world’s shortest break, only to hear the squawks of a wide awake baby coming from the bedroom. I kissed warm red baby cheeks and replaced socks. I blew raspberries on a chubby little belly over and over for goofy grins and chuckles. I tried in vain to feed a baby who was much more interested in watching her sister play.
Once the sun peeked out, I went for a walk that was much more about a little girl continuing her quest to remove every flower from every flower box in Charleston than anything else. I rinsed bubbles from clean wet heads and rubbed lotion onto soft skin and sang another round of “Christmastime is Here” and “Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood.” I retrieved a lost teddy bear. I said good night. Moments later I took a little girl to the bathroom to pee. I unzipped fleece footed pajamas, re-zipped fleece footed pajamas. I returned a little girl to bed, startled to see a baby sitting up clinging to the bars of her crib. I laid the little monkey back down and stuck a paci in her mouth. Moments later I took a little girl to the bathroom to poop. I unzipped fleece footed pajamas, re-zipped fleece footed pajamas. I returned a little girl to bed, laid a baby back down and reinserted a paci. I picked toys up off of the floor and loaded the dishwasher. I plopped onto the couch with a sigh, ready to zone out, only to be filled with this sudden need to record this not so monumental day.
Because it was just one of those days I knew I would want to remember.
Photographs by Amanda Seifert Photography