From the myspace archives.
Not Such Babies Anymore
(written July 4, 2008)
I watch my children growing up everyday, but some days it really smacks me in the face that they really aren't babies anymore. Today, as early as it is, has been one of those days.
The first thing that happened today was my daughter asking if we could go to the Miracle Grow Ground. The wha?? It took her several tries before she got frustrated and said "You know! The thing that goes around and around with the horsies!" The Merry-Go-Round!! Aha! And the stupid Mommy understands.
It just goes to show how long it's been since I've had to understand baby speak on a regular basis. I was looking through some of my older blogs and my journals, where I've phonetically written out my little girl's speech. I didn't realize how much I've missed hearing the W's substituted for R's. Or the cute little things she would say to try to get her point across. Or saying things like "I put my dirty clothes in the hampster." It's just all part of growing up - not only for her, but me as well.
The next thing to happen was my son talking about when he grows up. He snuggled up next to me on the couch and was telling me how he would grow up and have a house of his own and M would have a house and neither of them would live with me anymore. He wanted to assure me that he would still love me, but he wouldn't live with me anymore because he wants to be a daddy and live with his kids. I wanted to cry. This very touching moment was interrupted by my daughter calling from the next room.
Girl: But Mommy said we have to take care of her when she gets old!
Boy: How do we do that?
Girl: We have to go to college.
Boy: (Rolls his eyes at his sister) Mommy, how do we take care of you when you're old?
Me: Well, you'll have a house when you get big and get married and have kids, and when I get too old to live in my house, you build an apartment in your house so I can come live with you. (I laughed.)
Boy: (Smiles) That's weird.
Yes, it is. I completely agree with you, my love. But I just smiled at his little body disappearing into the kitchen.
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