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I can't believe he's 5!
My baby turned 5 this weekend! And now I'm saddened by how quickly it happened. When he was 5 months old and dealing with constant ear infections, it wasn't going by fast. When he was 8 months old and teething, it wasn't going by fast. When he was 2 and transitioning from crib to bed and keeping me up all hours of the night, it wasn't going by fast. When he was potty training and pooping on his bedroom floor, it wasn't going by fast. When he was 3 and having tantrums left and right, it wasn't going by fast. So when, tell me, when on earth did it happen?
All of a sudden, he's 5. He's pronouncing his R's correctly. He's getting his own milk from the fridge. He's dressing himself and putting his shoes on the right feet without asking for any help. He doesn't have any baby fat anymore. In fact, in pictures, he looks completely different! How in the world did this happen? He's grown into such a wonderful little boy, but sometimes I miss my baby, and I just want to squeeze him so tightly that he'll get smaller -- and sometimes I try.
Now, when I look at baby pictures we have on the computer, I can hardly tell which are the pictures of Hayden years ago and which are the pictures of Carson. It seems like ages ago when they sliced me open, ripped open my uterus and yanked out tiny baby Hayden. And when people would say (and they say this all the time) how quickly it all passes by, I used to scoff. I mean, seriously, when my toddler is in the middle of a throwing-things-yelling-and-kicking tantrum, the last thing I want to hear is that they grow up so fast, because at the time, it sure didn't seem like it. On the contrary, it seemed like he was 3 forEVER. And now ... I look at him, all boyish and grown up and mature, and I think, man, they were right. It flies by. And next year, he'll be starting kindergarten! Sigh.
So I'm making an effort to cherish every moment of my second baby's babyhood, since I know that pretty soon he'll be driving. But still. I want to keep them young longer. Much longer.
That's Why We Can't Have Nice Things
I have three kids: a 5-year-old son, a 1-year-old son, and a 37-year-old husband. I'll be publicly making fun of all of them.
My baby turned 5 this weekend! And now I'm saddened by how quickly it happened. When he was 5 months old and dealing with constant ear infections, it wasn't going by fast. When he was 8 months old and teething, it wasn't going by fast. When he was 2 and transitioning from crib to bed and keeping me up all hours of the night, it wasn't going by fast. When he was potty training and pooping on his bedroom floor, it wasn't going by fast. When he was 3 and having tantrums left and right, it wasn't going by fast. So when, tell me, when on earth did it happen?
All of a sudden, he's 5. He's pronouncing his R's correctly. He's getting his own milk from the fridge. He's dressing himself and putting his shoes on the right feet without asking for any help. He doesn't have any baby fat anymore. In fact, in pictures, he looks completely different! How in the world did this happen? He's grown into such a wonderful little boy, but sometimes I miss my baby, and I just want to squeeze him so tightly that he'll get smaller -- and sometimes I try.
Now, when I look at baby pictures we have on the computer, I can hardly tell which are the pictures of Hayden years ago and which are the pictures of Carson. It seems like ages ago when they sliced me open, ripped open my uterus and yanked out tiny baby Hayden. And when people would say (and they say this all the time) how quickly it all passes by, I used to scoff. I mean, seriously, when my toddler is in the middle of a throwing-things-yelling-and-kicking tantrum, the last thing I want to hear is that they grow up so fast, because at the time, it sure didn't seem like it. On the contrary, it seemed like he was 3 forEVER. And now ... I look at him, all boyish and grown up and mature, and I think, man, they were right. It flies by. And next year, he'll be starting kindergarten! Sigh.
So I'm making an effort to cherish every moment of my second baby's babyhood, since I know that pretty soon he'll be driving. But still. I want to keep them young longer. Much longer.
