So I have learned something about myself the last few months. I don't handle my babies growing out of the baby phase very well. I kind of mourn losing my baby to being a toddler. Of course I love them and love watching them grow. But there is always that day that comes and its like "where did my baby go?" and I am seriously bummed. Rockwell is no longer a baby. He may still have a cute little body that is baby like, but he is turning into all boy! Messes, tantrums, sippy cups, just big boy stuff in general is what he is all about these days. Its fun, but it makes me sad to see his baby phase leaving.
We got him his front facing car seat about two weeks ago and he is enjoying his new view. To be honest though he wasn't really complaining about his old seat and facing back, it was just time.
I think every mother instinctively knows the sound of food hitting the floor. I was in Daisy's room when I heard the sound of our big box of goldfish hitting the floor and table.
He learned a new trick from Daisy...Yay.
Still sweet.
Well now as I write this I can't even remember how he even got this black eye. He usually has a bruise or two on his body. He keeps falling off the table. I keep thinking he will learn not to get up there if he falls...but that hasn't been the case. I think he likes to be up high where everyone else is.
I sure love him.
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