Miss Them

There are many points in the day when I look at my children and wonder (sometimes out loud) "Why in the world do people have multiple children?" I mean, isn't it like the old saying, "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me." Well what about people who have been fooled 4 or 5 times. (I refuse the include that family with the 19 kids because clearly they are an outlier variable.) How many times can you fall for the cute baby trick before you can be considered the fool?

I figured out what it is that keeps sucking parents back in. You start to forget all the annoying parts of them being whiny crabby babies and start remembering all the cute little faces and firsts. You remember the first time you  saw them smile (Bubble Burster: It was GAS!). You remember the first bath, but forget that he/she probably peed in it. You remember how good they used to smell before their poop got all stinky and how warm and squishy they were, but not how hard it is to carry 10 pounds of baby everywhere from room to room.

You forget about walking on eggshells because you don't want to wake them. It is like a fairy tale...you are afraid to wake the sleeping giant. I fell victim to that trick once and I found myself doing it again the other day when I realized that  my son has lost all remnants of his baby face. He was such a cute little monster that it made me think about all those things I will never see him do again. Which lead me to think of all the things he currently does that I will miss as he grows and learns.

So far, I have realized I will miss:

"Thank you, Mommy. You're so kindful."
"I want a jelly scanwhich."
"I'm nakey!"
"Mommy, you look like a princess." (He saves that line for when he is in BIG trouble.)

There are so many new things that he is learning and I love watching Suga Buga discover the world around her, but there are moments where they are so cute that you wish you could freeze them like that. It is when you remember those moments that your resolve becomes weak. You start thinking that you could do it again and how hard could one more be.

STOP! That is time for me to phone a friend with a newborn, babysit, watch a bad sitcom, or just go look at the mess in my kitchen. I do whatever it takes to bring me back to reality. I love the ones I have, but this is a case for me in which less is more.

2 and THRu