You are always going to do things before I’m ready for you to do them aren’t you?  So far, the only thing that took you

Mom and Baby

longer than it should have was your incubation in my tummy.  You were in there too long and had to be evicted.

But since that day, you’ve done everything ahead of schedule.  Ahead of my schedule anyway.

Holding up your head on your own.  Rolling over. Crawling. Walking. Running.  You’ve done it all in record time.  And now you’re two.  Two whole years old.

I’m really not ready for that.  You’re still my baby.  How is it that you are counting to 13?  Reading your ABC’s? Telling me that the dog is your best friend and that you like swimming with water wings on?

Last I checked, you were nursing at my breast and smiling a milky smile.  You were cooing and giggling for the camera.  You were propped up in a funny foam chair so you could sit on the table at dinner.  You liked to watch us eat.

Just yesterday, you were pulling up on the coffee table and bonking your head every two minutes.  You said ‘mama’ and ‘dada’ and you loved to eat pureed squash.

Now all of a sudden you’re not a baby anymore.  You are almost out of your diapers and I’m selfishly hoping you don’t ditch them too quickly.  Once they are gone, we won’t need to visit the baby isle in the grocery store any longer and it will be official.

Little H is Two

You’ll be a ‘big kid’ and it won’t be

long before I’m packing you a lunch and sending you off to school.

I can’t think about that yet.

Instead I’ll think about how much you’ve changed my life.  How much you’ve changed me and how you’ve made me realize love.  Because I love you more than you’ll ever understand and I don’t plan on stopping. No matter how fast our time together flies, and how much you change.  I’ll love you always.

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