I’m just wondering where does the time go? I have been dealing with the thoughts of Ryley and Grace growing up so quickly since they’ve both had birthdays within the past few weeks. I simply cannot believe they are 5 and 4.
This morning, Ethan reminded me that he is growing up quickly as well. The baby of my babies is not really a baby anymore. I didn’t think I would be so sad about this.
We were walking back to the car from dropping Ryley and Grace off at preschool. Ethan wanted nothing to do with being carried. I realized as he struggled that he’s been doing this for a couple of weeks, whereas before, he was very content to be in mommy’s arms and watch the action from above. Now, when we go to drop off or pick up Grace and Ryley, Ethan wants to be down in the action. He will run into their classrooms while I sign them in or out. He’s still a snuggle bear, but he doesn’t want to be carried or held, or strapped into the stroller or high chair while everyone else is running around.
And he’s started talking…..really talking. I love to hear his tiny little baby boy voice. I’ll ask him to say words just so I can hear him speak. His vocabulary has taken off in the past month, going from about 5 words to nearly 20 in just a few weeks. He still calls cats babadee, but he can now say meow instead of following the cats around and saying “baaaa”. He’s even put a couple of words together….”Daddy Bye-Bye” and “muk (milk) peez (please). He’s still signing too, which I just love. It’s so cute. At night, when I put him to bed, he says night-night over and over until he can’t hear me anymore as I walk down the stairs. It almost made me cry last night, closing the door to his room, hearing his little voice saying “ni-night” in response to my night-night.
I wanted him to be a baby for a long time. He’s my last. Those words are still a little painful for me to say. I can’t believe that. I don’t know that I really WANT four children, but I do know that if Michael had agreed, we’d probably be working on it right now. But we’re done. No more babies. And the baby of my babies is growing up. Before I know it, I’ll be agonizing over potty training for him, agonizing over putting him in preschool, crying my eyes out at his first day of kindergarten, and watching proudly as he graduates from high school and then college. The next time I have a newborn baby crying in my home will be when my children have children. Where does the time go?