To Everything a Season

Summer has given way to fall here and winter is around the corner. One of the harder things about TWO babies has been getting outside. I used to love putting C or G in the sling or carrier and getting out for a walk. Not so simple with these two. One in front and one in back? Maybe if Addison didn't cry every time I put in her one. Maybe if they were bigger. I have a lovely stroller, but since Addison cries when strapped in her carseat until the van starts rolling it doesn't work out that well. Not to mention that having them on a close enough schedule during the day that they are both happy to last through a walk has been a challenge in and of itself.

And so the seasons have passed me by while I have been inside learning how to juggle.

J and I have also been thrust backward into an earlier season of parenthood. I have to admit it was a difficult thing to be open to.  Having (then) 6 and 9 year olds afforded us a flexibility in our life that was pretty darn nice. When the weekends rolled around we could do something as a family that kept us out of the house past 7pm if we wanted. Saturdays were relaxed, both of us tackling our respective to-do lists while C and G played and were otherwise occupied.

Now we are back to what can only be described as the Great Negotiation Phase. Tag teaming. Prioritizing. Deciding who gets to go first. Who wins. Who, ahem, holds the babies.

One silver lining is that we have an easier time getting up in the morning now that we are in our 30s.