And Today.....
The baby, my baby, is 18 months old. This age to me has always been a milestone. An age that starts "the change". That baby to big boy change. And it came much too fast.
It's true that with each child you have they grow so much faster. I think we just get busier and time goes by that much faster. But since Carter was born I have always wanted time to just stop for a bit. I've wanted to just stay home with no other responsibilities except to be this child's mommy. Like it was when his brothers were babies.
I feel like I was truly able to soak up every bit of Monte and Hunter's babyhood. I can't really say that with Carter. I almost feel like I've missed something. Which is crazy since up until a month ago when I started working I had only even left him a handful of times. I guess it's just me going about life, when what I really want is to just stop. Stop and breathe in his sweet babyness.
But oh, how I love this age. He really is turning into such a little boy. The baby in him slipping away. He knows that cars go "vroom vroom" without ever being told, and that anything can be a gun. "Bow, bow" he says. (probably thanks to his brothers) I could watch his little legs run all day long, and sometime I make him do it just because it brings a smile to my face and a giggle to my lips every single time. And how he grunts everytime I pick him up. It's so funny.
Carter is the baby. Will probably always be the baby. And I am just going to enjoy every minute of it as best I can. No matter how fast life takes us.
It's true that with each child you have they grow so much faster. I think we just get busier and time goes by that much faster. But since Carter was born I have always wanted time to just stop for a bit. I've wanted to just stay home with no other responsibilities except to be this child's mommy. Like it was when his brothers were babies.
I feel like I was truly able to soak up every bit of Monte and Hunter's babyhood. I can't really say that with Carter. I almost feel like I've missed something. Which is crazy since up until a month ago when I started working I had only even left him a handful of times. I guess it's just me going about life, when what I really want is to just stop. Stop and breathe in his sweet babyness.
But oh, how I love this age. He really is turning into such a little boy. The baby in him slipping away. He knows that cars go "vroom vroom" without ever being told, and that anything can be a gun. "Bow, bow" he says. (probably thanks to his brothers) I could watch his little legs run all day long, and sometime I make him do it just because it brings a smile to my face and a giggle to my lips every single time. And how he grunts everytime I pick him up. It's so funny.
Carter is the baby. Will probably always be the baby. And I am just going to enjoy every minute of it as best I can. No matter how fast life takes us.