This weekend Noah and I were getting ready to spend a fun day at a fall festival and than a Birthday Party. I was watching him dress himself and just teared up. How is it possible that he is a big boy in jeans and sneakers (that he can put on by himself). If you know me well you know I am grieving the smocked jon jons era. Not only did he get himself ready but he understood the plans for the entire day and kept saying "mom there will be bouncing castles, dancers and crafts right?" How does he know all this. Than he's asking me can he get a special treat like ice cream or chocolate. A year ago he was talking but these full out big kid conversations are so bitter sweet. He laughs when I say things like "you are still Mommy's baby" he'll say "no I am a big boy"
This morning he truly helped me clean the house. He put away all of his clothes and shoes in the correct place,organized all of his books and toys and helped me fold and sort laundry. And while I needed time to do other things around the house he was content playing with playdoh - and no lie as I was all over the house cleaning I could hear him talking to his playdoh and playdoh tools singing clear as a bell "If your Happy and you know it"!
He truly is Happy, while Mommy is grieving that he is no longer a baby but a BIG BOY!
All you new moms (Jen, Summer etc, when they tell you it goes by fast & you don't believe it which I didn't - believe it)
