Don’t Blink

I blinked and suddenly they are FOUR and TWO. Excuse me? I did not consent to time moving like this. Sis and Bubs both leveled up this month and I am emotionally unprepared for it. One minute they’re tiny humans, the next they’re full-blown people with opinions, preferences, and wildly confident energy.

Sis spent a good chunk of three being… spicy. Mostly sweet, occasionally powered by irrational rage. Which, honestly, fair. Emotions are brand new, the world is loud, and sometimes your feelings just punch first and ask questions later.  But I’m happy to report: my sweet girl is making her comeback. The drama still shows up for guest appearances, but the angel energy is back in rotation. Character development. We love to see it.

Enter: Auntie Spa Time. She’s got some serious dry skin, so we do RX cream, then lotion, which means I get front-row seats to her internal monologue. It’s basically a tiny, unfiltered podcast.

“When you were sick, did you have bum worms?” — No, Bluey. I did not.
“Did you never saw K-pop demon hunters? It’s really cool.” — Yes, Rumi. We literally just watched it together.
“I don’t like you the best, I like mom the best.” — Correct. Thank you for the reminder.
“After my massage can we go listen to songs in your Barbie Jeep?” — Duh!

Cut to Bubs…
Pure sweetness. Zero meanness. But patience? Absolutely not in stock. This kid runs on excitement. It’s cute until it’s the 1,928,572,616,494th time I’ve said, “Yes dude, we are on the way.” He’ll repeat it back and I think, oh hell yeah, he gets it. Two seconds later: “Carwash. Jellyfish. Water. Loud. Funny. Kate’s car. Go now.” On a loop. Until arrival. I love how hyped he gets. I just cannot wait until he unlocks a new way to express joy that isn’t verbal spam.

So for now, I show up. I answer the questions. I listen to the rambles. I mentally mute the toddler remix tracks…. And I let my Zoloft take the lead.