
Where did the time go? My Little Buddy is turning 2 on Saturday. I have been planning a little party here at the house with pizza and cake, 2 of Little Buddy's favorites. Phew, I am glad I am typing this and not reading this aloud, I'm sure I'd be all weepy just thinking about how my little boy is growing up so fast. I feel at times we are just doing and doing and doing what needs to be done and that time is just slipping through my fingers. Why can't they stay little forever? Funny, I stay home with him every day all day and night, most the time just the two of us. As a few months pass by I think, not that much has changed in this little person over the last few months. Then I see a series of pictures on my iPhoto from a month or two back and cannot seem to believe my eyes. I feel like I wish I could go back for a day or two and just enjoy that little bundle that would fall asleep on my shoulder as I am racing around the house and trying to clean and do laundry with one arm. It's so hard to relax and enjoy when they are really small babies, well, cause they are so much work. And you have to constantly keep moving, moving, moving to keep peace. I recall last summer wanting to look at something at the store with him in the stroller or cart and literally doing laps around the aisle to keep him happy and keep taking short looks at whatever. They are so small for such a short time, though at times it can seem to last forever. I asked some older moms I know if you ever lose that desire to want to hold them curled up on your lap and rock them to sleep? They all said no, no matter how old they are you still feel that way. In the back of my mind I keep thinking that we will go back there again some day. But we won't, not with Little Buddy anyway. Before long he will be heading to preschool, kindergarten, then grade school. I could literally burst into tears just typing it. I am right now. Maybe we will be blessed enough to have another little one some day. It's not the same though as the first one. I imagine that you have more confidence but lack the quiet and stillness the house held when the only one you had slept.
Little Buddy just started walking last January. Since then he has grown from a baby into such a little boy. He now can eat almost anything. He stopped sucking his thumb. He has definite likes and dislikes. He can say "No!", which he does very often along with many, many other words. He still wants momma much of the time but is increasingly curious about the other people around him. He runs and climbs and jumps and dances. He's had 3 trips to the ER in the last 6 months, and this, I've been told, is what life is like with a little boy. Just tonight we headed to the library. He has a little black eye. He hit the side of his face on the edge of his toddler table which created a little bubble of a welt which he refused to let us ice. Then the welt went away and he had the shiner. Kind of funny for us but, not so funny for some people that stare and give him double takes as we pass. They must know, they have to know. Some older women just look and smile, probably cause they know what it's like to have a boy. I hope, because it's an amazing bruised, scraped, joyous, funny, sticky, curious, loving, cuddly trip.
Happy 2nd birthday Little Buddy!