End of an Era
It's been awhile, since my last post. I'm sorry. We've been busy! Well, Alexa's been busy. She turned into a big girl, almost over night. She's pretty much potty trained, talks almost always in sentences (even when she's screaming at her brother, "I DON'T LIKE DAT!" and she moved into her big girl bed last night.
I won't lie, on the surface I am excited. I got to make her a new bedspread and it was super fun. We got to clean out her room a bit- again super fun. Her excitement over her big girl bed is super cute. But deep down, it's not fun. It's sad.
Procedures have been taken to prevent more children. Should I win the lottery tonight and suddenly no longer have to work, well I would tell Doug to head to the bedroom, we got to get on it! I'm 37, I got to hurry up and squeeze in one more baby before I'm too old (too old to physically and emotionally be a good parent). However, we don't buy lottery tickets, so it's very unlikely we will win. So this whole thing is sad. Sad that this is my last time with an infant in my house. Sad that I won't feel snurfing in my neck and little heads bobbing around on my shoulder while they try to get some neck strength.
So, taking down the crib yesterday was exciting (Alexa was squealing. She's such a girl sometimes) and sad because that's the end of my babies. It's big kids from here on out. And while I love a big kid, babies are lovely.
I won't lie, on the surface I am excited. I got to make her a new bedspread and it was super fun. We got to clean out her room a bit- again super fun. Her excitement over her big girl bed is super cute. But deep down, it's not fun. It's sad.
Procedures have been taken to prevent more children. Should I win the lottery tonight and suddenly no longer have to work, well I would tell Doug to head to the bedroom, we got to get on it! I'm 37, I got to hurry up and squeeze in one more baby before I'm too old (too old to physically and emotionally be a good parent). However, we don't buy lottery tickets, so it's very unlikely we will win. So this whole thing is sad. Sad that this is my last time with an infant in my house. Sad that I won't feel snurfing in my neck and little heads bobbing around on my shoulder while they try to get some neck strength.
So, taking down the crib yesterday was exciting (Alexa was squealing. She's such a girl sometimes) and sad because that's the end of my babies. It's big kids from here on out. And while I love a big kid, babies are lovely.
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