Dear Baby Boy,
Son of mine, you have grown like a little weed. You are still an infant, but only barely. You are rapidly turning into a very busy and slightly destructive toddler. You are walking, my little one and now you finally have your very first tooth. Time is rushing by so fast that I’m afraid I will turn around and see you standing before me a full grown man.
You’ve learned to splash the water in the cat dish until you are covered head to toe. You’ve learned the art of opening kitchen cupboards and emptying their contents onto the floor. You have learned to scream at your sisters to get what you want. But you are still so snuggly and sweet when you want to be. You have decided that your brother’s room is the best place in the house. You are enthralled by their very existence. It helps that the football in their bedroom is your favorite toy. I’m guessing you will play in about 8 years.
Mr. Baby, I know you are in a rush to be big, but I need you to be little for a while longer. I have moments when I am so excited to no longer have a baby to haul places. But then I see your chubby hands and excited declarations and know that part of me will miss it. A lot.
I love how happily you splash in the bathtub. I giggle every time I see your itty bitty body toddling across the room. I laugh when I see you tackle one of the cats.
You are quite the little person.
Thank you for being my baby. It’s truly a privilege to be your mother.