On one hand, I am embracing this more independent stage. He can communicate all of his basic needs, have mini-conversations with Noah & I, and even do some basic care for himself. He understands most of what I say & has began to do more things for himself. (Except walk. He makes me carry him everywhere. 35 lbs of solid toddler mass gets quite uncomfortable after awhile.) He impresses me everyday, though. I woke up @ 7:30 this morning to Zeke having a conversation on my cell phone with my Dad. No joke. He snuck my phone & called my Dad 9 times in 10 minutes. Last week, he walked over & informed me that he "poo" and then brought me diaper wipes. Another day last week, he didn't want to wait for me to get him a drink so he opened the fridge & got the orange juice himself. You get the point....big boy stuff.
On the other hand, I'm sad. As he thins out & grows taller, he's losing a lot of his "baby features". He's less apt to sit down & snuggle or let me rock him for a few minutes. He fights with me all the time. (Haha). He doesn't "need" me as much. He uses sentences now. It's just......where has my baby gone?!
When did this...
turn into this...
I'm beginning to miss my little baby but I look forward to the adventures I can share with my big kid. I'm really trying to slow down & focus on this phase of his life before it slips away, too.
Speaking of growing up too fast, Nathan turned 6 yesterday. SIX! A first grader as of Monday.
I'm going to be 40 before I know it.