Our Twin Babies Turn One
We woke up this morning and immediately started writing down our time table. That’s Time Table, as in, Time. Not multiplication. For the most part, we stuck to our assigned tasks at the assigned times. I started the cakes a little too late, so I finished them later than planned. The children helped to clean up the house. I swept more than a few times because the floor just couldn’t keep clean. We ate lunch, rested a bit, and continued our cleaning.
My aunt and cousins were visiting from out of state. They came down with a family friend and my maternal grandmother who was visiting them from another country. My parents offered them lodgings in their house in the city. Being Kendall and Talon’s first birthday, we asked them to come down today to celebrate.
They arrived at our house at about 6:30pm. We talked and watched the boys sword fight. I, once again, defended my child-led weaning beliefs. Ty played the piano for them (and they were very much impressed). My youngest cousin and his friend went outside and played Frisbee with the children. Later on, we sat down for dinner. Dad had made a casserole from scratch, and everyone gobbled it up.
Talon and Kendall really had no idea what was going on except that there were strangers in the house. Talon looked a little worried but kept quiet most of the time. Kendall, on the other hand, expressed her upset fervently. My dad stopped by after work to eat a small dinner and have some birthday cake.
I am usually the one bringing the cake forward, to the birthday boy or girl, but Kendall wouldn’t stop crying unless I was holding her. So Dad brought forth the cake. I directed the singers with a starting tone (to keep it sounding good because “Happy Birthday” sounds awful when people aren’t singing on the same key). When we stopped singing, I held her face to the flame so that she could blow it out. She just looked like she was going to cry some more. Kyle was close by and blew the candle out.
We ate slices of the cake. Eight minutes later, it was Talon’s turn. (Talon was born an hour and eight minutes later, but we’re not going to wait that long).
I was holding Talon and hummed the beginning tone. Dad brought forth her cake. We sang Happy Birthday, and I held her face to the flame. But she just looked around. Again, Kyle helped blow out the candle. I cut up her cake, and we had seconds — but of much smaller sizes because we had already had Kendall’s cake.
We hung around for a little while longer, cleaned up the big messes, and finally said our goodbyes.
Kendall was really tired and went down easily, but Talon wanted to nurse a little longer. She’s only one, you know. She still needs “nurse.”
