I’ve been thinking lately, as the weeks and months seem to be flying by, about our little mundane everyday life. Since the twins started at nursery our weekdays are governed by routine; everybody needs to be dressed by a certain time and eat at certain times. I know exactly when we all need to be out the door by and if I need to hurry them all along on the walk to school as we’ve left a few minutes too late. I have a few hours to myself every afternoon and it goes so quick that I could barely tell you what I do each day, before I know it I’m out the door to collect the boys.
Still, this is it, our everyday and it isn’t very exciting – it almost doesn’t seem worth writing about compared to our days out and holidays. However, there are hundreds of little things I remember from the last few months. The way that Lucas has always played his imaginary games while we walk to school and it shows no signs of stopping! The fact that everyday I have to remember who’s turn it is to open the door, press the button at the crossing, open the door when we get home. The twins just talk and talk the whole way there and back, sometimes they giggle away at each other and I have no clue what’s going on. Often I’ll have one on each side both trying to tell me something different. Arthur asks me questions about absolutely everything we see and Brandon always wants us to sing. All three of them point it out if they see something new and I’m trying to get better at stopping and taking it in – unless we really are running very late!
We stop and see the ducks and moorhens at the fishing pond daily, we see when new ones have arrived and watch the babies grow up. We’ve collected leaves and conkers, we’ve brought home sticks and gravel scuffed off driveways, we’ve scooped up snow and crunched across frosty grass, we’ve thrown twigs onto the frozen pond and now we are seeing the crocus’ and daffodils bloom.
It can be such a chore the school run, to do the same thing day after day, over and over but I’ve always loved that it gets us outside. I love that we take in the seasons changing and even when I moan about the weather it has always been something that I’m glad we do. It means I’ve always taken photos of them to and from school. More than I would do if we went by car. I have a little photo diary on my phone showing me how they’ve changed over the years; from that time four years ago when I first walked Lucas to nursery, all those runs in between with the twins in the buggy, to the ones when they started walking themselves and now the photos of all three of them running ahead. I don’t share them as much as I used to – they aren’t anything new and it’s the same background over and over. They are always there for me though even when they aren’t the prettiest shots.
We are over half way though the school year now and it’s so strange to think I only have a few months left of this routine before it all changes again and the twins start full time school. Don’t get me wrong, it isn’t always perfect. Often I’ll have been fraught trying to get them all out the door or I’ll have other things on my mind, too many times I’ve been shouty mum. We’ve had all sorts of scrapes and bruises and bickering between them, I’ve had to tell them off for all manner of things and we’ve walked all the way home with one in tears more often than once. Still, I wonder how many photos all three of them will let me take as they get older and move up through the school years. I hope I have a few years yet, capturing our simple everyday life. These little moments are some of the very best ones to look back on.