Posted on | January 29, 2013 | 6 Comments
Every Tuesday and Thursday, I rise a bit earlier, slap on a little make up and a semi-decent outfit, and wake sleepy babies up from their night’s rest. I give Sully a couple options of outfits to wear, and rush to brush teeth, brush hair, and get food into tiny bellies. I bundle babies up and rush them out to the car, snapping them into their seats and kissing cheeks before flipping on my favorite radio station. We drive through the picturesque, little town. I sing to the boys, and Sully asks a million questions and carries on a million conversations during the short drive. We pull up to the tiny, cape cod bungalow that houses Sully’s school, and I rush him inside into the kind arms of his teachers and friends.
And then I drive home with Arlo in the back; his sweet voice calling out, “Heeey muuummy.”
When we arrive at home, I fix him a snack and curl up on our corner of the couch. He brings me book after book, climbing up on my lap and excitedly turning the pages of our favorite stories; Goodnight Moon, Polar Bear, Polar Bear, What do you Hear?, The Wheels on the Bus, and more. All of Sully’s old favorites with a few new ones tossed in for good measure. With the end of each book, he toddles to fetch another. An hour passes in the blink of an eye, and it’s almost time to go pick up his big brother.
We are always excited to see Sully again, and Arlo calls out, “Hiiiii Suwwwwey!” as Sully’s rushes back to us. But I do love these quiet Tuesday and Thursday where I get a little time with the littlest. After the hours upon hours I got with Sully as the only, I sometimes feel like maybe Arlo has been a bit disadvantaged. There is rarely a minute that Arlo gets without Sully there, loud and full of three-year-old piss and vinegar and sugar. I think it’s good for all of us to get these moments apart. Moments for Sully to grow and push boundaries outside of the home. Moments for Arlo to snuggle on my lap and hear his favorite books.