Where did it go, and why did it go so fast.
Did I use that time wisely?
Will I remember enough as the years keep going by?
My little baby (who was never really little, when you’re talkin baby size. 10 lb. 11.5 oz, 23 inches long) will be two next month.
I don’t understand why you don’t get to have them stay small and dependent longer.
I’m sure it has something to do with lack of sleep and brain function for the mammas and the daddies.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m really excited for all the big steps he takes, and seeing him become more and more independent. (98% of me is excited, 2% wishes he’d stay needing me to sustain life for the rest of his life.) It just seems like he became a big boy so fast.
Yes I know that one day I’ll have to cut those apron strings and it’s my job to prepare him for the big wide world. But for now, you just shut your mouth about it. I can’t hear you….LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!!!
Because it goes by so fast, I’m doing my best to pay attention to everything and hoping and hoping I remember most of it as the years go by.
He loves to sing
He loves to name everything in the room when he first wakes up and he likes to do it loudly.
He talks to the TV when we watch movies and tv shows. (he gets that from me)
He’s full of passion
He has huge feet
My life is so much better than I ever imagined it could be, and it’s all because of him.
I believe that I’m the luckiest mama that ever lived.