My baby isn’t much of a baby anymore.
At nearly 2, Miles is in the midst of potty training, he can count to five, is talking in sentences (albeit pretty simple and short) and is fiercely independent. He got his first tricycle this past weekend and just thinks he’s such a big boy.
But I miss some of the baby days. I don’t miss the sleepless nights, the uncertainty about nearly everything and the inability to communicate his distress. I do miss the snuggles, rocking him to sleep, the “goo-goo”s and “gah-gah”s, the ability to go anywhere with him as long as I had him in a sling where he could sit or sleep snugly next to my body and the list goes on.
The toddler days are pretty awesome too. I’m not saying I’d like to trade them, because I don’t. I love where we are right now and want to take every day as it is not try to fast-forward or rewind. But the twinge for a good long snuggle or the feeling of a sleeping baby in your arms creeps up on you.
This week Miles gave that to me.
I try to go home for lunch every day to both see my adorable munchkin and give Michael a bit of a Miles break. It gives him a chance to sit and do nothing, grab a quick nap or make some calls for a freelance story he may be working on.
Most days I feed Miles lunch, get him cleaned up and then put him to bed. We will sit and rock and read a few books but he’s such a wiggle worm he doesn’t ever fall asleep during this process. It is just my feeble attempt of reigning in the energy.
But earlier in the week, only one book in, Michael looked over and whispered, “He’s asleep.”
And he was. What a feeling. I just sat there and we rocked and rocked and rocked. I had to get back to work; but I didn’t want to. It satisfied those “baby needs” for a while.
What things from the baby days do you miss? What about those things you barely like to remember let alone miss?