I was perfectly happy with just the one child, to be honest. We’d already resolved to keep it at just the one, my wife and I. I was especially happy about the fact that Julia had grown independent enough to manage most daily stuff on her own. Brushing her teeth. Putting on clothes (and constantly changing them). Going to the bathroom. Washing her hands. Using the remote. Taking a showering or bath. Going to bed.
Life getting easier.
But then, somewhere around summertime last year, Maikki was born.
To be exact, Maikki had already been around for a few years, but she’d just been a nameless face in the crowd of stuff populating Julia’s room. Suddenly, though, she had a name and a personality, and she was two or maybe three years old. (Since then, her aging has followed a trajectory that makes absolutely no sense. I’m told she just turned five. Chances are she’s gonna be four next week.)
And she wasn’t just a friend. Oh, no. She was Julia’s little sister and therefore my daughter, and she was absolutely really truly real. Totally not a doll (as I was angrily told on multiple occasions).
So, for the past year, I’ve been brushing Maikki’s teeth, dressing her, taking her to the potty, feeding her, tucking her into bed, and doing all the other stuff Julia’s now doing by herself. And by “I”, I mean “my wife and I”, but mostly “my wife”. We’ve also had to buy Maikki new clothes, cutlery, and toys. And we’ve obviously taken her with us everywhere. She’s only three, two, no wait four, I mean five, after all.
Maikki with my pancake.
Here’s the punch line: Earlier this year, Emmi was born.
I was perfectly happy with just the two, to be honest.
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Big girl bike.
“I’m only going to pack a few things. Really.”
Big sister hogging the blanket.
Unlike some, Maikki kills it at patiently waiting for service in restaurants.
“That’s enough gin tonics for one day, Dad!”
Sunshine in the rain.
Abject terror at the prospect of rain.
Flattening the curve.
“I wish Mom and Dad would grow even more lax in limiting my screen time while we’re self-quarantined at home.”
By far the most well-behaved birthday party guests we’ve ever had in our house. (From left: Emmi, Maikki, Cissi)
That moment when your child starts looking at you with the easy confidence of someone who knows more than you do.