So this happened:
You are now the owner of a legit big boy bed. The crib and changing table are gone, and your room looks like it belongs to a kid, not a baby. Because, as much as I hate to admit it, you basically are a little boy now. It’s really fun and also really, really sad. I love seeing you grow up, but I’m missing the baby version of you quite a bit these days.
One MAJOR bonus with the bed is getting to cuddle with you when we read at night. Your love for books seems to be growing and you love to “read” to us. Current favorites are Giraffes Can’t Dance, Jamberry, Where the Wild Things Are (it went out of favor a few months ago but is making a comeback), and Imogen’s Antlers. A lot of these require multiple readings each night, and, I must say, I don’t mind it one bit.
You continue to crack us up on a daily basis. I walked in the other morning and found you standing on your bed (you haven’t yet figured out that you can actually climb out of the bed on your own). Before I had a chance to remind you that we don’t stand on our beds, you furrowed your brow at me, threw your hand up in the air, and said, “Mama, I just want some coffee.”
We got to spend some time with your second cousins this month. (They’re my cousin’s kids. If that confuses you, don’t worry. Your Uncle Bryan will jump at the chance to explain your relationship. Repeatedly.) Even though you hadn’t seen them in over a year, it took you about 0.5 seconds to be over the moon for each other. Before we knew it, you were all trying your hardest to torture Grandma’s cat and squealing with glee. It’s so fun to watch you interact with other kids because we get to see aspects of your personality that we wouldn’t otherwise. We’re learning that your very laid back and willing to share which is great. We’re also learning that you can be influenced pretty easily. We’ll work on that one.
School continues to go well. I got a chance to volunteer in your class for a little bit and quickly learned that you are TOTALLY the kid who answers the question before the teacher is finished asking it. But you don’t shout, you sort of mutter, which is hilarious. You love counting and saying your colors in both English AND Spanish — and you sometimes like to ask *us* if we know the word “en Espanol.”
Eating has gotten much better these last few weeks; you’re even eating meat! Your booster seat is gone, and we save the sippy cups for when we’re in the car or when you’re cruising around while playing with your toys. Another sign that you’re growing up very quickly, but it is nice to have you feel like more a part of our family meals.
For some reason I always thought being away from you during the week would get easier as you got older — you know, as your needs change, etc. — but that is SO not true. Kid, I am basically addicted to you these days. Your cheeks, your nose, your laugh, even your cry — I just want to breathe them all in every chance I get. I can’t get enough.
Can you blame me?