My boys. So huge now, so very grown up in comparison to their tiny baby sister.
Since Harlow has arrived, Bren and I were expecting some kind of new baby fall-out. Jealousy, possessiveness, sly kicks to the baby's head when no-one's looking. You know, fall-out.
But they've been incredible. Maybe a little too kissy for my liking (and Harlow's – a bit of personal space wouldn't go astray, geeez) but two more adoring big brothers you never did see.
I worried most about Zig – poor little middle child being ousted from the coveted position of "baby of the family" – but he is so gentle and loving with his little sister. He maybe asks for cuddles a wee bit more than he used to and that might be motivated by jealousy but if it's going to manifest itself, I couldn't think of a better way. As I've mentioned before, it can get crowded in my rocking chair but I don't mind. In fact, that mess of little limbs squished into a too-tight space is part of the reason we had three kids.
No doubt the fact that they have eachother has helped ease the transition. They are great friends and play so well together – except when they are screaming and forcibly reclaiming snatched toys from one another. Apart from those times? Total buddies.
Often they understand one another better than we do. Zig's language is quite clear but if ever we're struggling with his pronunciation of certain words, Luca will know what he is saying. And Zig often finishes Luca's sentences for him. Like two little old men.
God, I hope they'll always be close. Because when they are playing together, really playing harmoniously, it gives my heart wings. In no small part because they leave me the hell alone….
Dressing them is not quite as much fun as dressing Harlow. But if there are cute boys clothes to be found, you know my radar is still waaaay tuned into that shit. Featuring above is a nice mix of designer and every day labels – Rock Your Baby, Charlie&Me, Diesel, Cotton On Kids – and that is the absolute secret to a great wardrobe. A little mix of everything.
So yes, I am still madly in love with my sons, remembering to buy them clothes in amongst all the ruffle-butts and twirly dresses, and soaking up the unchecked affection. Boys are such smoochy delight.