Tonight I walked in the door from work, and Drummer's grin was the first thing that greeted me.
"Hi mama!" he exclaimed. I picked him up. "Out!" he cried, pointing at the door I'd just come through. He's always trying to make a jailbreak.
I looked at my son and thought: are we here already? Where he can express to me basic requests and wants?
With Tiny, I spent time reviewing lists of milestones, and anticipating them. Each one was met with delighted joy and wonder.
**Didn't I tell you? Tiny's driving.**
With Drummer, there is just as much joy. But there is surprised wonder instead of just wonder. "Huh? You're crawling/walking/kicking a ball/talking/playing hide and seek?" With each milestone, there will be this moment where I think he must be wonderboy. Until I remember that, no, it's totally age appropriate, and I've just been snuck up on by the march of time again.
**"What? What'd I do?"**
Does this get worse with child 3 or 4? I can only imagine.
I think I'll go get some rest, for fear that I'll wake up and discover that he's been submitting college applications behind my back. Gnite all.
**This one's starting preschool soon, and I'm much too sentimental about it.**
i've felt lately like time is speeding up! your little guys are getting so big!
ReplyDeleteLove your thoughts on being a mother of two wonderful human beings. His eyes in that second picture are amazing. Just amazing.
ReplyDeleteCould you do me a favor and tell your kids not to grow up while I'm gone. Thanks, knew you'd understand sis. Aging may resume next time I come out on vacation.
ReplyDeleteFunny, the moment I saw the first picture of your post I thought to myself, "Wow! He's getting so big!"
ReplyDeleteWith the third I find myself not remembering all of the firsts. I was really lucky if I have pictures. Even with Adam, today at an appointment they asked questions about his milestones. I could remember all Owen's, but Adams... I really had to think.
Good luck with the transition to preschool. It's rough on so many levels!