Every morning at 5:30am my 4-year-old jumps into my bed and is so excited to see me he can’t help but talk my ear off.
Every morning my 2-year-old demands that I lay on the couch in front of him so he can use me as a pillow.
My 4-year-old rushes to show me every rock, flower, or trinket he finds because he’s so excited by it and knows that I will be too.
No matter how minor the “injury”, my 2-year-old will present me with the injuried body part and demand I “kiss it.” Which instantly heals it.
Every time my 4-year-old asks to race, I let him win. He couldn’t be more proud that he’s faster than Dada.
My 2-year-old can’t leave a room without demanding that “Dada come!” And I’m expected to follow him.
When my 4-year-old is on my shoulders, my 2-year-old gets so jealous that I have to carry him too.
I can’t do any project around the house without both boys demanding to help me.
Sometimes it’s exhausting. But I’ll relax when they’re older.