These chubby wrists and fingers may cause me the most anguish. They match his cankles, which are – sadly to say – thinning out more each week.
I’ll also miss “bathc-huh” when it become “bath”.
“Bu-pee” when it becomes “puppy”.
When peeing in the bath tub doesn’t evoke a round of giggles, I will move into a cave and never emerge.
When he no longer pees in the tub, I will be sad.
Okay, probably not. Cause it’s kind of gross.
“Shhhhhhhhhhhooooooe-wow” when it becomes “shoe”. Heartache.
When he no longer runs to his booster seat and yells, “EAT!”
“Biiiiiiiii-yeeeeeee” when it becomes “bye”.
When we arrive at our destination, take him out of his seat and he still has both (or even one) of his shoes still on, I’ll be sad.
When light switches are no longer the most amazing things on the planet, I will cry.
If the doorbell rings and a little voice doesn’t say “uh-oh”, doomsday will surely be approaching.
If I get a sleepy baby out of bed after a nap and both feet have socks on, I may have a nervous breakdown.
If burying my face in his armpit no longer solicits wild laughter for hours on end, I will submit myself to the ovens a la Torchwood: Miracle Day.
If burying my face in his armpit causes me to choke on a hairball, I shall never recover.
When does it stop being okay to bury one’s face in a child’s armpit and making them squeal? I figure I have until prom?
When we retire the sippy cups, there may be mourning involved.
If Goldfish crackers no longer make him dance with excitement, there is no justice in the world.
When “Nana” becomes Grandma and “Papa” become Grandpa, I might allow my eyes to fill with tears.
When the sound of the Yo Gabba Gabba theme song no longer elicits uncontrolled outbursts of joy that manifest in uncoordinated dancing, I shall cease to exist.
Signed,
Your overly dramatic friend who’s having a hard time since his son said “cereal” today like a big boy. CEREAL!?!
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I love your blog! And this post made me cry because I know what you’re talking about! All those little things. She doesn’t even do most of what you mentioned yet, but she will, and then she won’t. And I will miss every bit. Thanks for the reminder to appreciate what is now. And thanks for a fun blog!
This is super sweet and funny. Though, I think you’re safe on these two–>
“If Goldfish crackers no longer make him dance with excitement, there is no justice in the world.
When “Nana” becomes Grandma and “Papa” become Grandpa, I might allow my eyes to fill with tears.”
I STILL (and will always) get a tiny bit happier than an adult should for goldfish and still call my grandmas Granny and Nana. So, hold on to those for dear life!
Rhiannon – it goes by WAY too fast! Cherish every single moment with your little bit. And thanks for reading! :)
DFig – I’m glad I can count on him not completely ruining my life (at least not all at once). :)
Finally finally FINALLY I get to litter your blog with all of my word vomit comments and this is the first one I read and you got me all welled up and throat lumpy and wanting to go wake up my baby and bury my face in her neck and basically make out with her tummy?!
I love this post so much!!! And I hate it because it’s all so true and I SERIOUSLY want to go mush on my baby right now.
Des – I’m so glad you’re back! I’ve missed you! I am catching up on your adventures as well. (I’m jealous of your vacation!)
It should be illegal for them to grow up without our approval. Let’s work on that.