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Chipping Apples


Today, Jack got dressed all by himself.

Last night he climbed into bed with me.  And he was wide awake.  At 3 years and 8.5 months, he isn't a baby anymore.  But I still find myself wanting to savor every moment of his littleness, and last night was no different.  I was happy he came down to hang out with me.  And we snuggled up and went to sleep.

But this morning, he woke up and wanted to get his day started!  "I want breakfast, Mom!"
But I needed more Jack love, so I told him I would make him breakfast after he gave me ten hugs.  I hugged, and he counted.  Then I made him toast.

At some point, he sneaked off (let me pause for a moment to say that using the word "sneaked" feels completely awkward to me, but spell check is telling me that "snuck" is not a word)  ... which usually isn't a good thing.  So when Charlie started calling for him, and we found Jack standing at the top of the stairs, all dressed for his day, announcing "HERE!" ...  I was relieved that he hadn't been secretly trashing some part of the house, and sad in the realization that my big baby boy had picked out a weather appropriate outfit, and put it on himself.

I am fighting this growing up thing, and it's not working.  At all.

Plan B:  To savor every moment of every age, because dang it- it's passing too quickly.

p.s. today he asked me to "chip" his apple- which meant he wanted me to take the first bite so he could eat it.  And I don't want to forget that either. 


TIME by Chantal Kreviazuk

Time, where did you go?
Why did you leave me here alone?
Wait, don't go so fast
I'm missing the moments as they pass
Now I've looked in the mirror and the worlds getting clearer
So wait for me this time
I'm down I'm down on my knees I'm begging for all your sympathy
But you (I'm just an illusion) you don't seem to care (I wish that I could)
You humble people everywhere (I don't mean to hurt you)
Now I've looked in the mirror and the worlds getting clearer
I'll take what you give me. Please know that I'm learning
So wait for me this time
I should've know better
I shouldn't have wasted those days
And afternoons and mornings
I threw them all away
Now this is my time
I'm going to make this moment mine.
(I shouldn't have wasted those days)
I'll take what you give me. Please know that I'm learning
I've looked in the mirror
My world's getting clearer
So wait for me this time

Comments

Deby said…
Having the little ones grow up is bittersweet. Just take lots of pictures because it does go way too fast.

No more sentimental poems, they make my eyes leak. :)
Neva said…
I love those boys!!! The boys picture + poem = tears flow
grandma jojo said…
i echo granny. love the chipping thing. did he come up with that on his own? enjoy the moments they do pass too quickly.
Abby said…
LOL, I love how Charlie has his mouth opening like he is helping Jack chip it. So funny!
Neva said…
I love that too
Abby said…
I just noticed Jack has his pants on backwards. That kid is hilarious! I love him and the others!
HAPPYHANERHOME said…
I find myself cuddling Wyatt a little too much lately. He's my cuddler. He turns three tomorrow. And even though I know I should be raiding him to "be a man," I can't help myself either. Just a little longer...and I whisper, "yes, you can come in mommy's bed, so that no one hears in the night and so daddy isn't tempted to roll over and march him back to big boy bed torture. :)

Oh and he ALWAYS puts his pants on backwards. And interestingly, they stay up a WHOLE LOT better backwards than forwards, when I tend to see a little more crack than I'd like. ;)

Love you sister! Enjoy every last moment. :)
HAPPYHANERHOME said…
Please excuse typos and lack of punctuational correctness above. I should really be getting some sleep. :)

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