During lunch today, I got to organizing some of E’s photos off the desktop and onto our hard drive, which naturally turned into my crying about what a big boy he’s growing up to be… and when I say cry, I don’t mean the occasional soft tear running down my cheek. No people, I’m talking full on ugly cry; the kind you don’t want your husband to see. Obviously, him growing is a good thing but this pregnant mama can’t take it. I swear that each phase is better than the last and that I constantly find myself saying “I wish he’d stay this age forever”. He’s at the age now where he’s getting so independent, wanting to do everything himself, and repeating things that have us laughing out loud all day long. He is obsessed with singing, particularly opera songs (chalk that up to my husband, not me) and some of his faves are the ABC’s, Jesus Loves Me, Head Shoulders Knees and Toes, and the cheesy barney song, I love you (hear him sing that one here). He counts to 10 in both Romanian and English, but prefers Romanian always. He needs no toys other than balls and could play soccer and basketball all day, every day. We’ve taught him left from right and he loves the challenge of kicking with his left foot since he’s a righty.When I tell you it’s hilarious, I mean roll on the floor and die from laughing hilarious. Or maybe that’s just us. Oh, dear… there are so many things about this kid that I want to freeze and remember forever but honestly, my favorite thing is his sweet spirit. He’s an interesting combination of reserved and observant, or as I like to call him, a bit of an old soul, mixed with crazy energetic, can’t sit still for a minute, combined with one big hug fest of a child. He’s gentle and affectionate and as caring as I imagine a toddler could possibly be, and for that, I’m so incredibly thankful.
Every mama likes to think her child is amazing and a gift and I truly believe this to be true. Children are such a blessing from above and time with them is so precious. I can’t believe that in a few short months, our little boy will be 2. In fact, if I think about it too much, I get physically ill. I just don’t know how it all went by so quickly but what I do know is that I’m excited for all the years we have with him. I’ve been so much more intentional about soaking up every second we have with him, especially now that another baby is on its way. So to all the mamas out there, please tell me you all do the ugly cry too and this isn’t just crazy pregnancy hormones. Sigh. Here’s a “flashback Friday” photo of when my big boy was too little to control his spit and would do leg crunches all day, showing those adorable rolls. Happy weekend, friends and enjoy time with your families!