Whether you notice the big things like: sitting up, crawling, walking, talking or being potty trained, there are little things along the way that make you step back and say, wow, he/she’s not a baby anymore.
I notice this the most when I see pictures of my son. We recently went to sears to get a passport photo done. And the good sales person said, I have no appointments for the next little while, why don’t we take a few photo’s. I can give you one for free. Now this girl was maybe… maybe 18ish and was goofy and jumping around and TRIED so hard to crack a smile out of him. We got some pretty good shots from all the moving and positioning of props and after all of that..we walked out paying over 200 dollars for pictures when we only meant to spend 15.. because every shot was just too cute. See for yourself:
And this one:
So the little things that have me just so in love with this age is the little things like him starting to speak really sweet things. Like when I walk by and he’ll say Mommy.. NICE! I must admit, I love it.
But it’s the little things like when I put him to bed, and he doesn’t fit to lay on me anymore, and is more comfortable in his crib (yes he’s still in a crib… talk about mommy not letting go of the baby thing)…. makes me sort of want to consider having another one. Then I sleep through the night and realize I LOVE this age!
A book I read a year ago has really changed my perspective on the frustrating time of putting children to bed. When they fuss and cry and fight bed time… it’s absolute peace when they finally fall asleep. And when they do, remember to realize; they will at one point, not fit in your arms, or not want to be held. And in 20 years, you’d give anything to go back to one night where you could hold them in your arms and embrace their youth.
Now don’t get me wrong there are trying times for sure! But I try to remind myself that he won’t be small forever.. and wow is that ever true.
