Aww, I have so many unforgettable memories of my boys' early years. From those sleepy, snuggly mornings to their first independent steps, every moment was precious. I have distinct memories of their curious little minds soaking up everything around them. My older one especially would dabble in a spot of 'accidental science,' as he liked to call it; he once mixed together some random herbs and spices from the pantry and created this awful-smelling potion, giggling away while doing so! The little mischievous look he gave me afterwards still brings a smile to my face. Those spontaneous moments, though messy sometimes, were magical. Also, both my boys shared an unbreakable bond since day one, which was heartwarming to witness. They'd either be snuggled up together or engaged in some crazy WWE wrestling match! Either way, they were (and still are) inseparable, and their unique sibling dynamic has brought me so much joy over the years. The memories of their early years are truly precious and flood back all too often, making me appreciate the chaos and wonders of parenting multiples.