Life With Two
A few months into having two kids under three, here's what we've learned — mostly that we know nothing.
It has now been a few months since Emilia arrived, and we’ve crossed some invisible threshold from “this is hard” to “we might actually know what we’re doing.” Tentatively. We’re holding that thought loosely.
Noah is two years old now and absolutely convinced that he is in charge of the household. He has strong opinions about which shoes go on first, which cup is the right cup, and whether the dog across the street is a “big dog” or a “really big dog.” He is wrong about none of these things, as far as he’s concerned.
Emilia, for her part, is a surprisingly easygoing baby — which we’re choosing to accept gratefully rather than wonder when the other shoe will drop. She watches Noah with wide, fascinated eyes, like she already knows he’s going to be her greatest teacher and greatest source of chaos.
The days are full in a way that’s hard to describe if you haven’t lived it. You can be completely exhausted and completely content at the same time. That’s a thing that happens.
Some things we’ve learned:
- Two kids in a San Francisco apartment is completely doable, and anyone who tells you otherwise hasn’t been creative enough with vertical storage.
- A double stroller is worth every penny and every inch of sidewalk it takes up.
- Sleep deprivation has a way of stripping everything down to what actually matters.
- Noah asking to hold his sister, unprompted, is about the best thing you can witness.
We’re figuring it out. Most days that feels like enough.