It gets easier

It must be one of the most annoying statements a mother with a small baby will ever hear. It comes from mothers with slightly older babies. Even as much as a month seems to 'allow' them to tell you this. 

But really: when you're in the middle of it (whatever 'it' may be) being told it'll get easier doesn't help. It actually makes it worse. Because what will be better in a few weeks time doesn't help you now. 

Going shopping with the two boys was something I avoided. We don't have a double buggy so Big Brother would be on the buggy board and Little Brother in the buggy. But Big Brother is bound to get tired/bored/jealous/moody/hungry and refuses to stay on te board. So you carry a 2,5 year old while pushing the baby in the buggy. Fun, in the middle of a shopping centre. 

But let's face it: if I want these kids to wear clothes that fit and don't have holes in them I need to get out and get them some. So we did. 

I decided not to be too ambitious and made a very small list of things to get and do. 

And really, if you ignore the part where the kids were inside the locked up car and I was outside the car, it all went very well. Big Brother decided to love the buggy board, modelled the cardigan I was thinking of getting him, picked up the socks Little Brother kept taking of and dropping on the floor and said a very nice 'thankyouwel' (a combination of thank you and its Dutch translation dankjewel) when the man at the cafe handed him a biscuit. 

So. 

I'm sorry to say it. 

And never thought I would. 

But. 

It gets easier. 

Just never give your toddler the car keys when you're getting the buggy out of the car. Because he might just lock himself and his brother in the car.