Three Years Old??? What the F*@%?!

Remember when you were a brand new mom and people said stuff to you like, "Enjoy it while it lasts, because it all flies by" ? And you thought, "Shut up with your annoying advice!" (Or do only I think things like this?)

Well, dammit, like most things my mom said to me at 16, that was true too!

My baby is 3. I don't know how this happened. I don't know how we went from a smushy little blob to a little miniature version of my husband and I that says some of the most hilarious things I've ever heard! He's a person! He walks and talks and has full conversations with us. He has opinions (STRONG opinions!), makes choices, tells jokes, and believe it or not, is sarcastic like his mama!

He's beautiful and smart and challenging, but mostly, he's my little baby. But, he's not.

Last night (exactly 5 days before his 3rd birthday), he was lying on the couch with me watching TV before bed and I looked at him and said, "I don't want you to get older. I want you to stay my little baby." He looked me dead in the eye and said, "Mommy, I'm not a baby! I'm a big boy!" and resumed watching his show after telling me to stop talking.

I didn't stop talking. I proceeded to ask him if he'd like a baby brother or sister. Anyone who knows me or reads our blog knows I am done having babies. This shop is closed. But, this momentary lapse of judgement based on emotions made me blurt this out. My husband quickly reminded me that the shop was, in fact, closed. But, I got it. I got that pull people feel to have more babies because their babies were now big. I'm not having another one, but I definitely can understand the want now more than I could before. He still wanted me to give him one more hug when he climbed into his bed and still came in my room this morning asking me if I wanted to snuggle, so I'm going to hold onto this as long as possible since I think that it's frowned upon to bring your mom to your dorm room for snuggles...