Everly and Arlo,
I sat down last night to edit photos from your past two months and write this post with all of the details about your growth and eating habits and new quirks, like I have done since you were both born. But after writing a solid page of text, I felt compelled to erase it all. Every word.
I love tracking your milestones. I love watching you grow. I love going back and reading about what you were doing at 8 months or 1 year or just two months ago (because honestly, the tiny details of each phase do start to fade from my mind as new ones take their place) but this month I just want to take a moment to recognize where we are.
The question of “How are the kids?” is usually the first anyone asks me. I just want you to know that it’s hard to contain the gratitude I feel when I can tell anyone who asks that the two of you are fantastic - healthy and growing.
We have settled into a place of great check-ups with doctors and 8 hours of sleep at night. The two of you have grown so close as siblings. You’re both busting out the toes of your footie pajamas and shirts that fit fine last week are too small the next. As a family, we’ve really found our rhythm lately.
I know first hand that there are no guarantees and things can (and will) change as we walk this path together…But right now, the inches don’t matter and I’m not counting molars and it’s ok if you both refuse to eat broccoli.
Things are good.
Really, really good.
And that’s all the update I need.