Tukes and I have a little after lunch routine; while I tidy the kitchen he is on a mission to pick out books. Then, we crawl up on his big bed and read together before I tuck him in for his nap. At first he romps around {see above}, eager to convince me that he doesn't need to rest. We both know differently. I open a book, he settles down and cuddles next to me, and we read.
These are sweet moments... I look forward to them every day. While we read and talk I study him. I listen to his little voice, I savor his smell, I try to memorize his big, blue eyes and, oh my, those long, dark lashes. I delight in the curve of his little ski-jump nose, I giggle when he giggles, his rosy lips make me smile.
After we read I tuck him under the covers. "Time to play?" he asks me. I respond, "I'll come and get you when it's time to play. Go to sleep now. I love you."
After we read I tuck him under the covers. "Time to play?" he asks me. I respond, "I'll come and get you when it's time to play. Go to sleep now. I love you."This business of turning three in a few weeks is taking me on a bit of an emotional roller coaster ride. If I told you that I haven't shed a tear {or two} over it, well, I would be lying. The other day he informed me, "Me not a baby. Me a boy." I know, Little One, I know.
He has reached that tender, transforming age... During this year I expect that he'll give up his nap, his chubby legs will get longer and skinnier, his round cheeks won't stay so round. Each precious day that passes I see a bit of my sweet baby slipping away. And, while he is turning into a delightful little boy... I confess, I am going to miss this little toddler that cuddles up next to me at rest time.
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19 comments:
Cherish all the moments! Love the photography onyour blog!
Awwww~! This is so precious! I truly enjoy the moments that my youngest still allows for me to read with her too! They do grow up so fast. That's why it's so important for us to treasure the time we have with them. Okay, I'll sign off now before I start crying on this one.
Have a great Tuesday!
Savor it as long as you can. It goes so fast! Oh, and hang on to the naps as long as you can, too! I think "rest" time benefits Mom as much as the kids. PS. Taking pictures of sleeping kids~ pricelss: the curve of the little cheeks and the innocent faces.
Oh! You really captured what it feels like to watch them leave babyhood behind. And they are so eager to GO, aren't they?
But he still needs rest, and momma reading to him, for a long time yet. My BIG kids still love to be read to.
deb meyers
Aww, this is so beautiful and amazing. I just wanted to share that.
Maybe he'll be a big boy in public, but your little cuddler in private for a long long time, like my baby was.
That's a beautiful post. My twins are turning three in March and I feel melancholy about it as well. It sounds like you're treasuring your time with that sweet boy and making memories.
oh... this was sweet. Although I have days I miss my babies, mostly nursing and cuddling, each age has so many delights.
Oh so sweet!...bittersweet!
Lovely posts touch my heart.
I loved this post! It reminds me of how I tear up during all the milestones we've had. I still can't seem to push myself into going through their smaller clothes and giving them away! I feel your growing pains.
Make me cry already! :)
My baby boy turned three a month ago and there is so much truth in what you wrote!
Beautiful writing,
-Grace
I know how you feel! We still have 6 months of the terrific twos and I am already grieving the loss! Maybe because she is my third and I know now what I am losing.... Still, three is probably the most hilarious of ages!
Tina
Oh boy, do I understand these feelings all too well!
This post made me think of the round cheeks of my lil' girls, legs thrown over the stroller edge without a care. The smiles, the tears that in minutes would become smiles again.
They are 16 yrs and 18 yrs now. Love the strong women they are today. They are a joy.
Miss the little ones they were all those years ago.
Heavy sigh.
Beautiful post. You are so smart to savor the moments. Being a mom can be so exhausting, but it really does slip away in the blink of an eye.
oh i loved that... so similar to our afternoon routine with Ozzie. Such a priceless moment!
britt
Having a two and a half year old son, and a one year old daughter, this blurb really hit home. My eyes are brimming with sweet tears... thank you for sharing your life with us in your beautiful blog.
Peace!
Today I cried thinking about how hard it will be when C. is weaned. I don't know why this is so hard. This is what is SUPPOSED to happen.
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