Yesterday my baby turned two, complete with a Fairytopia birthday cake, a trike and two--count them--two Barbies. I have to say that I didn't much care for the whole thing, because it once again reminded me that my children are growing up way too fast for my taste. And here's the worst part: there is absolutely nothing I can do about it.
This week we're going to be putting away the high chair for the last time because Eme is demanding that she be allowed a big chair like her brother. She's given up her pacifier, if somewhat unwillingly. We're giving away all of the baby toys to her cousin. Soon the crib will go, too, to be replaced by a big girl bed, and onesies and diapers will eventually be gone as well.
I've been through this once before, but this time it's tougher. Because I know that it's the last time.
This is when having my kids "later in life" is catching up with me. I mean, for people who have them in their twenties, it's not too late to add a third--or in many of my friends' cases--a fourth or more. But adding one when you're past 40 and your hubby is 45? Not such an easy thing.
So for now, I guess I will treasure the footie pajamas and the sippy cups, the words that I can't quite make out, the baby belly laughs and the sloppy kisses. Because I know all too well that they won't last forever.
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Oh, Jewel! You're getting all misty!! You're doing a fabulous job of raising your pumpkins and documenting the whole process through your gifted writing and creative scrapbooks. Not a detail will be forgotten! Much love. We can all relate. (sniff) Happy bday to the original Pinkalicious.
Oh I hear ya! I hate that my baby Milika will be one next month. They grow way too fast. I just want her to stay little forever especially because she is my last one. So sad! Happy Birthday Emerson!
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