I am in denial right now. It seems like yesterday that we just had Mava. It seems like yesterday that we had a 19 month old and a newborn. And suddenly, in a blink of an eye, the “2 under 2” phase is coming to an end.

You know, I was all fine and such until I got Mava’s baby book in the mail and started writing in it tonight. I was going through the “1 month” page where I write about what she’s like, and it dawned on me that I could hardly remember. It was a very, very sad moment.

And then I realized that in 3 days, my first born will be TWO. I will have a two year old. It seems like such light years away, yet, but it’s just a few days away. And then I will no longer have two kids under two, probably ever again.

To me, that’sad. People might think I am a nut job for being sad about not having two kids under two anymore. But I honestly enjoyed the chaos that was tandem crying in the morning and at night when both wanted to be fed at the same time. Trying to bathe both kids in the same night while my husband was away on travel. Two teething babies at the same time (oh lord, why didn’t ANYONE warn me about that?). And of course, when the flu hits the household AT CHRISTMAS. Wow. Nothing like having a newborn and a puking 1 year old at Christmas.

But, you know what? That is a Christmas I will NEVER forget. Because we did not have to stress out about where we needed to go, what dishes we needed to bring, trying to pack the whole house to drive places to go to parties, attempting to shower 4 days in a row for parties while your toddler is trying to pass you the iPad IN THE SHOWER because he cannot get Elmo on it. No, our Christmas was totally chill. We were sick, so we couldn’t go to any parties, and it was amazing.

Christmas Eve we got to hang out at home. It was day 3 of the flu, and luckily Asher was feeling better and Chad was getting his appetite back. So, what does any good mom do for her family? Cook a huge feast… yeah right, me? I went to Panera Bread, ordered broccoli cheddar soup and sandwiches, and brought that glorified yumminess home. We listened to jolly music while eating food, trying to take makeup-less/still sick selfies on our iPhone camera timer (hey they didn’t turn out too bad), and I even let Asher open up one of his presents. Ultimately, we ended the night watching Elf for the 20th time that week before he went to bed, and then we turned on Clark Griswold’s Christmas Vacation.

(Gosh, this reminds me, I didn’t even blog about Christmas. I really need to be writing a lot more!)

So… back to talking about being in denial about no longer having two kids under two. Right. Y’all will have to forgive my mom-brain. It occasionally gets off track.

For the record, I LOVED having two kids under two. Was it hard as heck? Oh my word. There were days where I absolutely lost it, and I still feel guilty for those days. But the age between 19 months-24 months is THE sweetest age ever. Asher went from not really understanding right vs wrong and not being able to communicate at all with us, which was by far the hardest phase, since you couldn’t reason with him, to him suddenly growing this insane vocabulary, and understanding directions and loving to help out with simple tasks such as throwing away something, or picking up toys. We are still working on that picking up toys thing, but those 5 months were like HUGE. He grew so much, and I will never forget those months. He truly went from a little baby mind-set to an up and coming toddler mindset and it was honestly the neatest thing to watch him grow into that while I was on maternity leave.

And to see your two tiny little mini-me’s play with each other and communicate is such a blessing! You REALLY get to see them grow when you see them change into being best friends. It is absolutely a gift from above.

If any of you are contemplating having kids back to back, just do it. It’ll be hard, yes. Very hard. But it is so crazy that you just will not care about anything, because that is your only option. And once you embrace the crazy of two under two, your life is a full bucket of fun. I promise, you won’t regret it.

Now about that little baby girl, she is teething so momma needs to go comfort her. It’s 11pm and I’d rather be sleeping, but I can sleep when I die, and I’d rather be cozying up to my little girl.

Love you all… until next time.