Monday, April 27, 2009

Time Keeps On Slipping

Look at what my baby can do. He is walking! And because he is such a cute little smarty pants, he has also mastered the ever-tricky stair descent.

He's not so much a baby anymore. (sigh.)

I look at my littlest boy and am amazed at his ability to turn a corner, walk into another room, and upon his return have become even more adorable, more smart and silly and handsome, more endeared to my heart.

I do not want my baby to grow up.

Sure, I am excited for him to stop biting my leg whenever he gets close enough. And I think it will be great when he can feed himself and stop wearing diapers. But I do not want to forget the sound of his incessant baby-babbling chatter. Or the look of his 6-toothed grin... or the way he resembles Frankenstein when he walks. I want to remember the feel of his soft baby skin, the rolls of his Michelin-Man legs. The smell of his breath when he comes in for a slobbery kiss. The way my heart-strings are tugged every time he snuggles in to my shoulder and begins to suck his thumb.

I know I will blink and he'll be in kindergarten. In middle school. In high school.

Walking. Running. Driving.

Ready or sweet baby boy is now my toddler.

I am going to do my best to bask in every moment.


Sister Pottymouth said...

Damn. Now I'm feeling even more nostalgic today.

Martha said...

I know how you feel. Maybe you've read this exerpt before;

The cleaning and scrubbing
Will wait till tomorrow
For children grow up,
As I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs.
Dust, go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby,
And babies don't keep.

-Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

Colleen said...

Wow, new to your blog - what an inspiration you are!! 9 Kids :) That's so awesome, and you must really cherish the baby stage because you know how fast it goes.

Anonymous said...

The way that you write about it shows just the type of mother that you really are. Your children truly are a testament to the parents they have.

Beautifully written, Gerb.

Rebecca said...

So your youngest and your oldest are learning to "cruise" at the same time. ;)

pam said...

Ahhh, I miss the days of the Charlie Brown head and bowlegged walk. Now it's all about Hot Wheels and mud puddles. Hmmm, time for another I think...

Farscaper said...

I totally agree! Kids grow up too quickly (when they're cute). I can't believe he's walking already. STAIRS!!! That scares me. I always dread the stairs. Love it when they can do it without falling.... hate the learning phase.

Anaise said...

I think that which keeps me from mourning the passing of time is the constant hope for a new baby--what will I do when the LAST baby arrives?

Thank goodness for video cameras! We watch family videos at least once a month around here. What did the mothers of yesteryear do?