Somehow having one year olds seems scarier than having newborns. Sure newborns don’t let you sleep but for the first month I had a team of NICU nurses holding my hand. Now we have one year olds and I feel there is a severe gap in my knowledge. I can do ages 3-6. I’ve done those already. I’m even getting to know 8. But one? I feel unprepared.
How do you teach your kid how to drink from a sippy cup? What am I supposed to be reading to them? Are they socializing enough? Am I a bad mom for singing Fat Bottom Girls to them instead of Row Your Boat? (Seriously no one likes that song anyway.) How do I ensure that they are getting enough nutrients? What do I do if they turn out to be kids that hate veggies and only like chicken nuggets? (Chicken nuggets usually make me gag. I may just have to rehome the kids till they are more reasonable.)
I’m glad I have things to look forward to like hearing them say “I love you” and wearing even more cute clothes. I’m excited to see their personalities develop. I’m looking forward to being able to see them interact even more. This morning they hugged for the first time that I’d seen and it was pretty damn cute. Fingers crossed for more cute stuff and nothing bad enough that it screws them up for life.
Mom Van Confessions 