my boys

I have boys. Sons. I still can't quite believe I am mama to two beautiful little guys. They are both warming my heart with their sweetness- Ari with his stories ("careful Papa, don't step on that baby bear right there!") and busy, joyful, noisy embrace of his world ("Come on Mama! Come see the rain falling!") and sweet baby Dorian, his soft head nuzzled in my neck, that wondrous baby smell, his amazing ability to sleep 3 or sometimes 4 (4!) hours at a time before waking to guzzle breastmilk and then nod back off again.

I love watching these little fellows slowly get to know each other, and dreaming about the myriad of ways they will know each other in the future. Right now it is pretty simple- Dorian knows to scrunch up his face when Ari is coming because it means being covered from head to toe in kisses. Ari is learning about different baby sounds and what they mean (that not every snort and grunt warrant immediate big brother attention) about belly buttons and baby poop.

It will get more complex- I imagine soon Ari will provide constant entertainment for his little brother, and then there will be the shared laughter, and jokes and play and then one day they will be off together on their own adventures and I will watch them go, marvelling at how fast the time has gone. And so, I breathe in the baby smells, the toddler stories, with as much mindfulness and attention as I can muster, knowing my time with these sweet little men is short and oh so precious.