A girlfriend, already? I’m adjusting to you going to “cool” (preschool)!
Landon is now almost two years and nine months old, and it is becoming more and more apparent that he isn’t my little baby anymore. I am trying my best to deny/ignore/dispute/negate/reject/contradict/disclaim this fact, but it is true.
My sweet little boy still sleeps next to me every night, I still breastfeed him — but he now goes to preschool part time, he had his first haircut, he took to ripping off his diaper the second he peed in it (still working on getting the pee in the potty), and today I realized that I haven’t bounced him to sleep on our exercise ball in a while — he falls asleep nursing.
It’s funny how you don’t even notice that things have changed, and then one day you realize that you haven’t scraped poop off his little heinie in a long time because he always goes to the potty for that now.
Milestones. It’s a wonderful thing. Kind of.
Until you realize that they mean that your baby isn’t a baby anymore – and that you still miss that one baby-hair curl that was cut off a few weeks ago.