T-Rex turns two tomorrow. I know it’s just a number and that his babyhood ended long ago, but it feels so final to me. Even though he’s potty trained and has refused to sit in a high chair for six months and is talking in complete sentences and running and jumping and whining and doing all the things that toddlers do, I wanted to hold on to those last few days that he is “one.”
This morning I had given him a quick bath and had him wrapped up in a towel. I held him in my arms for a few moments longer since he was still sleepy and cuddly. I asked him “Are you still my baby?” He looked up at me and said, “You’re Mama Dude!!” I guess that was my answer. No more baby for him. He has big muscles now, remember?
I snuggled with him a little longer than usual tonight after putting him to bed, and I just couldn’t believe how quickly these two years have gone. He went from a square little baby boy with a head of dark curly hair to a full-blown boy who picked out his own jammies (Spider Man Mama!!), his own story (This is my favorite, Mama!), and then asked to be hummed to. I’ve sold the crib and all the baby gear, making room for tricycles, basketball hoops, and firemen and construction costumes.
Happy birthday, T-Rex! I’m so proud to be your Mama Dude!!
Yes, Happy Birthday to the little man. We love you so much!
Potty trained BEFORE 2—and a boy at that—Congratulations to you! 🙂
I’d pat myself on the back, but I really have Little Miss to thank more for the potty training. T-Rex can’t stand to be left behind (ooh, funny pun!) on ANYTHING. He pretty much told me he was ready to follow sissy and I listened!