
I tend to live in the future, I guess that is just the sort of person I am. I typically enjoy planning an event more than the event itself. Vacations, holidays, graduations, meals, and so forth--it is all in the planning. Not to say I don't relish fun things in the present, because that would be a lie, I just really, really relish planning the fun things.
This morning, however, has been an excursion down memory lane. While packing and organizing for the move and pending baby, Liam took quick interest in all the baby paraphernalia. The car seat, Boppy, cosleeper, and the binkies. As a baby he hated the car seat, it was his "baby prison", and he acted as if binkies were tiny Grim Reepers there to suck the very life from his soul. For Liam these things hold much more fascination when they easily submit to your will. He lounged in the too-short Snugride with the Boppy propped as a pillow while I stuffed boxes and labeled, contentedly reading to himself. For a morning break, he humored me while he laid on the Boppy like a newborn and listened to a few lullabies. And the binkies, he's been nursing those things all morning, sometimes two at a time. He even went down for a nap like a baby, you know, with lots of crying and pleading and "I feel like poking you in the eyeball" shrieks. That part wasn't so cute.
Ohhh, but I love my little boy. He has grown so much in the past year. The transition from baby to toddler was not so evident while in the present, but if you look closely at the grid of pictures above (each 1 from the last 16 months) you will see his cheeks shrink, his neck lengthen, and the baby just slough off his skin like the unwanted cells of last week. My new challenge for myself: to live in the present.
2 comments:
He has turned into a "big boy!" He's going to look HUGE next to soon-to-come baby sister!
Becca, this is something I am always trying to remember to do. Pretty soon these nutty toddler days are going to melt away into school days and then middle school days and then...you know. And as much as I want to pull my hair out by the end of some of our days together, nothing makes me more sad to imagine the end of these days. Great post.
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