This morning as I was getting my littles ready and off to school, I realized that in two days, my last two year old, my “baby”, will be three…
I know there are moms out there that would be delighted to see the end of the two’s, but not me. I adore two. I love every little moment of two…
Two is fearlessness laced with trepidation…
Two is fierce independence while clinging to mommy…
Two is the emergence of personalities and opinions…
Two is saying things that are amazingly funny without any clue as to why…
Two is bedtime cuddles and books but sleeping through the night…
Two is “I love you”s and bear hugs and giggles and learning and growing in the most amazing ways…
Two is teetering out of being a baby and transitioning into a kid…
Two is simply amazing to me…
And two is almost over for this mama. Don’t get me wrong, I adore watching my little ones grow and up seeing the people they are becoming. But I am a baby person. I just love, absolutely love, having a baby in the house. And while we have not been in baby mode for quite sometime now, having the youngest be three somehow feels like the definitive end to the baby stage of life for us. Up until now, I could think “well, he’s just two – still basically a baby”. But at three, nope. No more baby. Gone are the chubby cheeks. Gone are the diapers (okay, loving that one!). Gone are the swaddles and cribs. Gone are all those lingering baby items that carry into the 2 year old age and have disappeared by 3…
So forgive me if I seem a bit nostalgic for the next few days – I’m just over here watching baby videos and coming to terms with my “baby” turning THREE…
XOXO
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