Six years ago

Okay, look, you know how I am. I get very nostalgic, but at least I only started it today, not weeks ago.

To be honest, the memories of “six years ago today” are getting a little fuzzy. (Good thing I have a blog. Ha!) I do remember being…itchy. Exhausted. Swollen. Uncomfortable (to put it mildly.) But ecstatic that I only had, you know, 24 hours left. And end in sight. In retrospect, I wish they hadn’t had an opening in the OR on December 4. I wish they’d forced me to wait a few more days, even a week. I just needed a goal. Anyway, I’m rambling. The boys were healthy and even though they were born nearly 7 weeks early, I hardly considered them preemies.

No one wants to see pictures from that day, they’re really not pretty. I mean, look. I took no pictures that day, and in fact the only picture I took in the days before the delivery was this comically bad selfie in the hospital bathroom.

Anyway, I’m not sure what the point of this post is. Today is the last day of my little boys being 5. I thought 5 seemed old, but 6 is like…really old. I’m pretty sure I feel like that every year, but for real this time. Six. Six. SIX. Oops. Shouldn’t say it like that.

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6 thoughts on “Six years ago”

  1. Richard Archambault

    And once they’re seven (my boy is turning 7 on Thursday) then watch out. He can read, has friends (was invited to his first sleep-over), and asks big questions like, “How long will everything (us, animals, plants, houses, everything!) live?” Not a little boy anymore. 🙂

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    1. pyjammy

      Aw, I love that their birthdays are almost exactly a year apart! I can’t believe mine might be so grown up in just a year. Sigh. 🙂

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      1. Richard Archambault

        My 4 year old turned 4 3 weeks ago (yes, we have 1 birthday, then another, then Xmas, the New Year, then my wife’s birthday (sigh)). And my son has like, 3 friends that have birthdays this week. People get frisky in.. February? Hmm…..

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  2. Dee Mather-Muenzler

    As I anxiously waited outside the delivery room the sound of bells chimed to announce the birth of 3 newborns. Since Pam and George did not want to know the sex or sexes of their babies, it was not until George came out did we found out I was the proud grandmother of 3 little princes.

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  3. Natalia

    Hi!I have a question for you, I hope you don’t mind. Your children are so similar. I am curious about how do you manage to tell them apart. Have you ever confused them?
    ps: I love your blog. Your children are beautiful and seem so happy! 🙂

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