(Monkey and Mr. at Easter)
Every once in a while I look at my little guy and say, "He isn't a baby anymore. He is totally a little man." This makes me sad on many levels. Mainly because there is no more cuddle time with Momma unless it is the 5-10 minutes after he gets up. I treasure those moments of quiet as we cuddle on the couch and he holds my hand as he sips from his dinosaur sippy cup.
"Did you have any dreams last night?" I ask him.
"Yeah...dreamed of Mater" He responds.
He starts talking half in English and half in Toddler speak (which I am pretty sure is English, but I can not figure out what he is saying). And within minutes, he is on the floor playing trucks. Leaving his Momma in the dust, or in this case alone on the couch.
That shortness of cuddles and his toddler attitude, makes me sad.
But there is also the awesomeness that comes with him growing up.
Last night we went out for a mother/son date night, just dinner, but special none the less. We went to an Uno's right down the street from our house. We were stuck in traffic for a while, but by the time we reached the restaurant he was whiny. I had committed at that point, so we went in and it was like we flipped a switch. We played toddler games on the Ziosk, talked about his day (and his desire to have a friend for a play date) and enjoyed a meal together. He was also excited that there was a baseball game on the TVs in our area. There was a couple behind us who loved talking to him. It was sweet really.
When we were done, he walked out to the car holding my hand and we sang all the way home. He stopped at one point and said, "Tired Momma. Bed." I told him that we could go to bed when we get home. He helped set up his bed and then went to his changing table. He helped me get him dressed and gave me a hug and a kiss. After I tucked him in, I turned on his humidifier and turned out the light. Before I could say it, he chimed in "Night Momma! I love you!"
Sometimes, getting older isn't that bad at all.
