“My mommy”
The girls are in a bit of a “mommy” phase. Most mornings these days, right when they wake up they take turns calling out my name – and, in a bit of sibling rivalry – they try to one-up each other by yelling a little longer or a little louder than their sister just did. Often one of them will also call out, “My mommy!” to which the other will answer, “No, my mommy!” (This usually goes on for a few minutes, as I try to muster the energy to get out of bed.) And once I’ve greeted and gathered the girls, the competitiveness often continues, with both trying to sit or lay in my lap and pushing the other out of the way. My explanation that I have two arms for a reason and that there’s more than enough room for both of them usually does nothing for them; invariably, one of them walks away in a huff (or starts crying).
I suppose I could get annoyed by having my sleep so abruptly interrupted by the yelling, or by being climbed and pulled on before I’ve had a chance to even really wake up. But I can’t complain. I know this is just a (sweet) phase – one that won’t last long, and one that I’ll someday look back upon fondly. And so, those “My mommys” are going to be met with smiles (albeit tired ones).
-M