I get this question all the time. My answer has become rote, "Four and six in the new year".
I said this last night to a party of four dining at the fancy Italian resturant I work at and they pointed out, with a somewhat obvious tone, "Um - the new year is at hand."
Yes - it sure is. And I can't believe it. I remember uttering other age-related phrases over the years.
"Three and five must be better" escaped my utterly exhausted lips more than an appropriate number of times. The Comedian didn't master the art of sleeping through the night until three. I don't do sleep deprivation well. Neither does Bear. Nuff said.
"They are big for their age." They are. Both are tall and look like they could easily be confused for the next grade up.
And - as you already know, there be a whole-lot-a-bickering going on in the last few months between my nearly 4 and 6 year old souls. "They are searching for their place in this family" I explain to - well - myself really. To be honest - I'M LOST! As an only child, these "typical" sibling behaviours swirl around me like vultures and cause me to cry, "What am I supposed to do?"
And - as you already know, there be a whole-lot-a-bickering going on in the last few months between my nearly 4 and 6 year old souls. "They are searching for their place in this family" I explain to - well - myself really. To be honest - I'M LOST! As an only child, these "typical" sibling behaviours swirl around me like vultures and cause me to cry, "What am I supposed to do?"
"Let them duke it out" my sweet husband replies with an unaffected tone. He's not an only. Right. Commence duking.
However, and I must say this, for all the sibling growing pains stretching our house's patience bubble - for all the stomping feet and slamming doors and high-pitched exclamations of "YOU NEVER GOING TO BE MY BEST SISTER E.V.E.R A.G.A.I.N!" - I have no desire to say anything about what 4 and 6 will look like.
I like where we are. I am grateful for every minute of every age. And while my head might be ready to explode with the substanceless arguements they choose to pursue to near-explosion level, I know wth ever fiber of my being I'd sell my soul to have Emma here, the 8 year old - the oldest sister, asserting her all knowing scowl over them while screaming right along with the crowd.
And so - as another post gets long and rambly...I'll leave you with pictures of my sweet and spicy girls on the days they turned 3 and 5. Not so long from now I will have new pictures, and maybe new stories - but I'm not holding my breath - just breathing in every bit of my children, just as they are.
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They are beautiful. Gabe saw the picture of the Comedian in the sidebar and said, "She's silly." He also thought it was his cousin. Once I explained to him that she is my friend's daughter, Gabe asked me to say hi to her.
Awww..that's sweet. Funny how kids relate all faces to someone in their world.
A big "hi" right back!
Yes, just as they are. Emma has given you the gift of appreciation for each moment hasn't she? I think George might give it to me too.
xxx
They are beautiful girls just like their mom. Happy New Year!
Your girls are gorgeous!
I wanted to email you photos, but I don't think I have your email address. My gmail email address is eightmillionpieces.......
Happy new year!
Oops, just found your email address. Sorry! Will forward the photos.
delphi
Awww...they're gorgeous! Just gorgeous.
Cute pictures! I'm glad my comment on the previous post was helpful! :) Happy, healthy new year to you all.
Being one of four girls, I will say that there is much more bickering to come, but there is also a lot of fun, comraderie and support to come too.
They will eventually take care of each other, and take care of you.
You reap the rewards of girls later on...
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