Today was beautiful.
I woke up to Ben cooking the kids pancakes a little after 8 am. Lincoln had already eaten three and Adelaide hadn’t touched hers. They both joined in a loud chorus of “mama, mama, mama!” when I walked into the kitchen and weren’t pacified ’till they’d both been hugged.
Ben and I enjoyed a few extra minutes at lunch while the kids played with the wall games at Ikea. Every restaurant should be set up like the Ikea restaurant. Although if they were, we’d probably eat out more often. The kids chased each other around, showed each other the toys, and came back every few minutes for another french fry or sip of juice.
When I picked the kids up from the gym daycare tonight (my first and last time attempting the gym in the evening #bostontrafficishorrible ), I waited and just watched them for a minute or two. They were over by a Melissa and Doug grocery store set-up, playing together. Handing each other things and moving to each side of the counter. I was greeted by another chorus of “mama!” when they realized I was there.
In the car on the way home Lincoln told me Adelaide hadn’t cried. He had played with her to “hewp her feewl safe and wuved, mama.” Another boy hadn’t taken turns and “isn’t that a wittle bit sad, mama?”
Babies are awesome. And toddlers are wonderful. But there is nothing, for me, that compares to the joy of watching my babies love each other.