It’s funny because when I ask him how old he is he says, “I’m eight.” I have no idea why he is so enamoured with the number huit/eight but he better not push the big boy department. He is still my baby.
Even as I type my heart is melting as he plays with the new toys he received last night (a little early) for his birthday. He is wearing a Thomas the Train backpack while trying to put some tracks together…I am sure in a minute or two he will switch back to tractors and in another minute or two pull on my arm for me to join him on the floor. How can I resist that little voice saying, “Mom? Mom? Mom?”?”
While I do feel I have done a really good job savoring every moment of the last seven hundred and twenty some odd days I still have daily moments where I desperately try to hang onto little things he used to do, kicking myself for not writing enough down, wondering where I would have found the time to do that, trying to imagine this second baby when the one I have right now is so absolutely wonderful…
Blog entries like this are almost pointless – they can easily lead to me sobbing as I try to convey motherhood and the wonderful, darling qualities, quirks, and ‘isms of my beautiful, beautiful-almost-two- but-still-my-baby..P.R.
Instead, I’ll simply post this little photo of joy!
OH MY LORD! I so know the feelings of this entire post, but you put them on paper (blog) so much better than I. IT’s been too long, let’s talk soon.
I was also wondering how many weeks in a row you’re going to listen to Gwen Stefani on your IPOD?? 🙂
Nic said tonight, in response to having looked at photos of Aidan and a video of my nephew, “are you going to give me one that cute?” I hope so, Ang. we’ll call you tomorrow- still watching 24… can we come out for Sunday and p.r.’s bday?
Oh my, more grandkids…bring it on
Is that a dirt face?
Motherhood…..nothing else in the world compares. You have a gift in the way you express your thoughts through words……simply beautiful post.
Thank you for letting us peek in.
Gorgeous photo and lovely post.