Tucked away in Alpine between Whistler, Blackcomb and Rainbow Mountains, it makes my husband laugh when I say I live with my three boys: two of which are still babies, and one that just acts like it.
I am very much in love with all my boys and consider myself lucky to have such a family. But. But, there are times when I wonder where the time goes, what I’m doing with my life, and if this is all there is.
I’m no super mum. No expert. No baby whisperer. Sometimes I feel as though I have no idea what I’m doing. I’m just an average girl who is trying her best to raise two little naked monkeys. I guess I have as much maternal instincts as the next woman, but I never had much experience, so much of what I do now is by trial and error, a lot of research and picking my friends’ and family’s brain.
As they say: It takes a Village to raise a child. But I have two, two adorable 5 and a half month old twin boys named Ryan and Logan.
Often my husband and I wonder what we did before we had children. Oh yeah, now I remember: We traveled. Made love in the afternoon. Savoured long dinners with endless glasses of red wine. Talked and laughed as loudly as we wanted. And cuddled on the couch watching movies in peace!
Seriously though, my life has taken on a new meaning that I have heard other mothers say before, but I never really got it until now.