Another successful (or at least survived) Birthday Season having come to a close, we now have a house full of teenagers. That's right: E and Z turned 13 on Thursday and M turned 17 Sunday.
Now I'll be the last person to tell any new parent (or any parent) that "It gets easier." Because, while you do spend less time bathed in your child's bodily fluids, the "it" becomes a bit more existential. However, I recently spent some time rereading early blog posts and let's just say, whatever teenagers have in store for me over the next seven years, I'm pretty glad they're not toddlers any more. Let's just take a stroll down memory lane, shall we?
- There was the "greatest night of my life, "when the twins learned to vomit in the toilet.
- The time E and Z made an indoor sandbox…with organic cocoa powder.
- And the tiredness of sleep deprivation…oh the tiredness.
- The night of the burnt fritatta.
- My resignation letter.
- When I came home to the house in shambles and the TV upside down on the floor.
- More vomit and sleep deprivation.
- The morning routine with toddlers.
- Minute-by-minute breakdown of day with small children and boring job. (If you click on any of these, this one's probably the most entertaining.)
But now? Now they all sleep through the night. They get themselves dressed. They haven't puked in my bed in years. They even clean the house (with much reminding/coaxing/cajoling).