I have always loved the first few weeks of fall, when the weather turns cold and you can almost smell the anticipation and excitement leading up to the best holidays of the year. My birthday is the week before Christmas, so I have even more to celebrate in December. I am one of those people who listens to Christmas music starting the day after Halloween and I am so antsy to get a Christmas tree that it is almost impossible to wait until after Thanksgiving (which, really, is the earliest you can reasonably get a tree).
My boys were born the day after my birthday last year, and we came home from the hospital on Christmas Eve. The anticipation of the holiday season this year is so much bigger than in years past, but I'm also flooded with memories of last winter almost daily. Putting on my big warm robe, cuddling under the warmest blankets we have, stepping onto the cold kitchen floor in my bare feet all remind me of those sleepless, crazy, happy, early days of my boys' life.
Everyone says that the first few months of a newborn's life are a hazy blur for the parents, and even more so when you have twins. While this is sort of true, in that I don't remember things like how long we supplemented with formula or what size they were wearing when they were two months old, other aspects of that time are some of the clearest memories I have. I will never forget getting up in our cold, cold apartment in the middle of the night, putting on my robe and slippers, and wrapping myself in fleece blankets that were gifts from family members.
We have two blankets with our last name appliqued on the corner in big, collegial looking letters and two more with a cute teddy bear print. I would wrap one or two around my legs, drape one over my shoulders, and one over the babies. We had lots of help for the first six weeks or so, and Jamie and my mom or his aunt would go get the babies and bring them to me. The three of us would snuggle up while they nursed like hungry, growing little boys do. Jamie would get me a big glass of water and something to eat. We had so many good meals cooked for us in those days, and my midnight snack would often be leftover sweet potatoes or a turkey sandwich or something else cozy and filling. I was ravenous for months after the boys were born.
One of the most memorable meals of my life was when the boys were six days old - the day after Christmas. Two of my best friends came to meet the babies. Someone cooked a roast and mashed potatoes, and there was wine. My mom, my brother, his wife, and my friends all stayed for dinner. I ate and nursed my babies and laughed with my friends and family. Someone else cooked, someone else cleaned. I got to have a glass of wine. I am so lucky to have had so many wonderful people around to help celebrate my new family. The entire holiday season was filled with meals like these. Our tiny apartment was crammed full of people for the entire first month of our babies' lives, and I wouldn't have had it any other way. I'm so excited to enter another season of food, family, celebration, and thanksgiving. I can't wait to make more memories with these beautiful little people.