December 31, 2002 - Sunday
Constant. That's the word for 2002 in our two-small-boy household. Isn't not constantly good or constantly bad necessarily, because surely with two small boys there is bound to be plenty of both. It is, or rather they are, just constant: constantly here, constantly in need of attention and/or simulation, constantly amazing, and constantly monopolizing our lives and removing almost any sense of personal time. Is that good or bad? I don't know. It's just the way it is with two small children. It's been particularly "constant" because Jeremy is one and just learning to walk (although he's getting very good at walking and today I noticed that his knees are now working more when he walks) and Harry is three and running around at a much different speed. Yet, both still need personal attention. And, it's not that they are overtly via for parental attention, so much as they both just are here and, as very small children, unable to do very much on their own just yet. Of course, they mean everything to us...literally.