I'm not sure where the time has gone... Somewhere between "We cant stop your labor" and Maya telling me this morning "All done, Mama" and rolling her sleeves up to wash her hands after breakfast, my babies have spent 20 months outside the womb. My itty-bitty babies are now only 4 short months from their second birthday.
They are constantly on the go, climbing and flipping and running. We now walk the four blocks to the park- as in, they are walking and we are holding their hands next to them- and then the 4 blocks home afte after they've played. Not to sound strange, but it's like having little kids instead of babies and, for that, I'm both happy and sad.
So, today, as I watch these little ones and treasure the days while they are our only children at home, I also watch with awe as they become more and more "Bobby" and "Maya" and less generic toddlers. I love them so much. My heart overflows.