In my recent fit of reorganization this week, I stumbled upon a bin of Quinlan's old clothes that just so happen to fit Margot. Aside from being a domestic zero at times (hey, at least it was an actual labeled bin and not an unmarked garbage bag!), I thought that I had sent all of her toddler-sized clothes off to my best friend when we were leaving Mississippi since I secretly knew we were having a boy and probably wouldn't need the dresses and 10 pairs of pink capri pants.
But alas, my sentimental and somewhat organized side must have taken over (yes, indeed, I have one, contrary to familial belief) and there they were, my favorite dresses and outfits.
And with them came the memories, many of which are documented right here when I started this blog nearly five years ago, when Quinlan was nearly 18 months.
The same age that Margot is now.
There was the Minnie Mouse costume that she insisted on wearing at the little consignment shop in our town and refused to take off. The Easter outfit that I carefully matched to her yellow leg cast to after she decided to do a crib dive. The white dress she wore in her 2nd birthday pictures.
Not until recently has it really hit me that I have two girls. It's been "3 kids" or "Girl, boy, and baby," but lately I find myself talking about "my two girls."
And it feels good.
And watching the similarities and differences of having two kids of the same gender unfold before my eyes.
There is something amazing about the combination of the familiar and the new, the feeling that I've somehow done this before but yet still experiencing it for the very first time.
It is the power of two.
[My husband got a new job, at least for the next few months, if you're curious about such things. Also, Amazon seems to be a bit back ordered on the Mominatrix book, so if you're looking to send it to someone for Mother's Day, order it from me - I can sign it for you and it will take about 3-5 days to get there].