There are some moments in the day when I think it would be kind of nice to have my limbs to myself. They’re sore. And probably deteriorating. There is so much lifting into car seats, cribs, high chairs, and piggy back rides. There is so much rocking and snuggle rearranging and carrying to bed. It’s my favorite, but literally, I’m. So. Sore. Luckily, I’ve found that caffeine in Vanilla Pepsi is WD40 for my joints.
I’ve also found that Gus can entertain and soothe Roscoe pretty well. Roscoe will almost always zero in on Gus if he is around and just stare. Maybe keeping one eye on your big brother is a self preservation instinct, but either way, it’s sweet and gives me a breather.
Gus recently rewarded Roscoe’s adoration by making him the beneficiary of all his extra stickers.
There is something noticeably special between these two. Is there baby bonding between all siblings? There are seconds that I see something in Roscoe’s eyes. Words he can’t yet say, maybe? Recognition, maybe? It’s a little flash that I only notice when his eyes are fixated on Gus.
It’s that one look that gives me strength walk around my house at the end of the day and gather my extremities that just snapped right off around 3 PM. It’s that one look that makes me giddy for their future friendship. That closeness that I can already see developing makes all the work of two babies under two worth it.