First off, I'd like to know who gave him PERMISSION to grow up. I certainly never gave him permission to go from the cute toddling stage to the riding-a-bike-going-to-school-ready-to-lose-baby-teeth stage. I loved that little gummy grin - while he had it. He decided at the age of TWO MONTHS to start teething and never stopped until he had all 20 primary teeth. He constantly had teeth on the move so we really only had issues with it disturbing his sleep when they were actively erupting.
"I'm ready for the Jumperoo Safari, Mommy"
How did we go from a baby to a BIG BOY?
Playing Wii with Daddy
Where the heck did the time go? I mean, Wasn't he just a little baby who needed help with everything and didn't help himself to whatever was in the fridge? I miss that little guy who I carried around and stayed wherever you put him. Granted, he started walking at 10 1/2 months so that didn't last very long, but it was nice to know where he was at all times. I didn't have to worry that he was writing on our truck with rocks or riding his bike into a tree or might fall off the swing set-"Pirate ship". *I* chose what he wore every day and dressed him. I got to cuddle with him every morning, twice a day for naps and then at night before he went to sleep as he nursed and used me for a pacifier. He didn't swamp the bathroom as he took baths because HIS tub fit into our tub.
"Look, Mommy! I'm NEKKID!"
I really love to watch him play. He was so entertaining and so full of personality, even as a baby. He carried that personality through as a crawler (which was so very brief) and then as a toddler. He just was fun to be around! He was also so photogenic. I loved taking pictures of him no matter what he was doing.
The pianist formerly known as Baby RP
Granted, he was always one to be assertive about wanting to be fed, even as an infant. He let us know when he was hungry in so many different ways. At first it was by crying and nuzzling into my chest as he sought for his best friend - Right Boob. Then as a crawler he decided the best way was to crawl over, pull himself up on my pants and look me in the face with his demands.
I WANT COOKIE!
It's really amazing that the stage of relying on Mommy for food didn't last very long. As soon as he figured out how to walk and climb, he was raiding the freezer and fridge. His sense of style also started to develop. Granted, it was somewhat odd at times - but it was so much fun to watch him start to try to put together outfits. He still has a quirky style sense, but we have started to trust him a bit more on putting together his own outfits. He asks what type of clothes he needs and gets them for himself.
"This shrimp scampi looks good for lunch"
"Silly Mommy! I just wanted some Elmo Juice. I needed the boots because the freezer is COLD."
Where did that adorable little guy turn into one who is SCHOOL AGED? I'm SO not ready for this. At least we still have the summer and our beach trip before we have to watch him get on that big, yellow bus and head off into the maw of formal schooling. I have a few more months to relish his inquisitive nature, his weird sense of humor, his wonderful cuddles and his ability to really come up with the most funny things to say.
I love my little guy. I hope I've done well enough to prepare him for school before he actually has to start.
Preparing for the Pre-Schooler Golf Tour.