Toddlers. That's what you are, I have come to accept it. As you emphatically ask "What is that?" and point and laugh and roll around. When we play chasing games, you pause so that I can catch you, knowing there is joy in both running away and in being caught.
|His reaction to being told not to hit me in the face. |
Life is hard.
You grow more every day. Your 12 months pants have finally caught up to you and have seemed to shrink, while the 18 month pants drag. You insist on wearing shoes and stick out your feet for me to put them on or try and put them on yourself.
Sometimes I am sad. The tiny little person I brought into the world isn't tiny anymore. You are so big. But then you smile and me and say "Mom" and try and give me kisses and all is right with the world again. You are what's right in the world.
I try and savor each moment with you, because they are fleeting. You will be a man before I can blink. Don't Blink. (When you read this, someday, you will be a Doctor Who fan and you will smile at my reference. If you do not love the Doctor, I take back everything nice I said about you.) We play patacake, we chase, we laugh. Every second with you is time well spent, little one.
I love you, sweet boy.
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