Friday, July 29, 2011

The Highchair


You are looking at the very last piece of "baby furniture" in our house now.

And all this week Lucas has sat in a "real" chair during dinner and when he is coloring. I am so sad, it looks like we could put this in the attic with all the other baby paraphernalia.
He is also using the potty all by himself he goes in pulls down his pants, goes (catches up on his race car reads), empties the potty into the big potty, and flushes. All. by. himself. I just really don't know what to think of that. I'm not ready to stop buying diapers! The only thing that is getting me through this time is I want more, more babies. I honestly don't know how much of an emotional wreck I will be with my very last little one.

And then during all the excitement and sadness I felt about all this last night, at 2 am I hear a faint sound that I haven't heard in months and months. Lucas was in his bed crying for me. It took me a minute to fully grasp what was going on I went in a scooped him up, and took him back to my bed and laid there thinking for at least an hour.

I have been dwelling on how fast he is growing up and how much less he is starting to need me but he is still little and he does still need me but it is going to turn into a different way. Instead of changing diapers and kissing boo boos I am starting to see where I will have to really listen to what he is saying and needing and what is going on his world and trying my very best to teach him right from wrong.

This is such a crazy ride being a mom and all, it's the biggest most exciting roller coaster ride I think I will ever be on. But most days are so fun and I couldn't see myself anywhere else.

I am so blessed that I am able to be his mommy. He is the smartest, silliest, most handsome little boy I know and I have to remember to thank God for him everyday.

"When I count my blessings, I count you twice" -Unknown