My baby. A toddler. As much as I love toddlers and all their mischievousness and fun-loving discovering, I'll miss my baby. Who am I kidding? I miss her already.
Just last week, I picked out her clothes, the sweater wasn't noted.
Just last week, she giggle-squeaed, her hearty laugh well-hidden.
Just last week, she fit snug in my arms, I wish I'd held her longer.
Today as she was skateboarding, I cracked and soaked a tissue.
I've been doing okay with all the "firsts" of my last baby. The smiles, "love you's", high-fives, steps, thank-you's and kiddes. I just wasn't planning on this one. I'm such a wimp!
Time to start marking days 'til grandkids, I guess.
I know, pathetic.
But, hey! she's still bald, I have that! :)
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The days are long, but the years are short.
I'm with you on that Dana. I had a hard time when my baby turned one last month. Slow down baby! I too am pathetic and have started thinking about grandkids to love down the road...
This is when you start looking for friends that still have babies :)
I can totally sympathize and understand this post. Oh, it's such a rip off--this mothering! You work so hard and endure so much for 9 months+delivery to get them here, and then so ungratefully they grow up too fast. Who do they think they are? ;-)
it is really hard. my baby is turn 5 this week and I'm soooo sad
~Meredith
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