A couple of years ago Paige came to us and said she wished we could all stop growing and, as a family, stay the same age forever. We laughed of course and explained that all the different stages of life were good in their own way. I am still not sure what it was about that time in Paige's life that to her was so perfect or safe or whatever that was better then any other time she knew.
I certainly didn't share her feelings at the time. I was happy to keep marching through time.
But I might be having a Paige moment now. I, not Mindy, am freaking out that Ryan is growing up and we aren't going to have a baby in the house.
I love this stage.
- climbing into my lap for a couple of minutes then off to play again
- running at me with his arms up in the air
- throwing food on the floor when full
- squealing when he finds an insect
- smiling at everyone
- being excited when I come home
- sitting on my lap to drink milk
- trying to climb on me if I do push-ups or sit-ups close to him
- bugging Garrett like Garrett used to bug the girls
- climbing up on the trampoline and jumping all by himself
- escaping out the garage and running!!
- fighting me changing his diaper
- sitting for only two pages of a book
- following all the kids around and trying to be in the middle
I wouldn't mind keeping the baby around a little longer.
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