NOT the "Baby" Anymore

MammaDawg at 11:25 PM

It’s inevitable.

You see a newborn baby, or a 6-month old, or an almost one year old toddling around in their first steps, and you’re gonna hear:

“OMG – it makes me want to have another baby.”

As for me, I’m proud to say that over the last couple of years, I’ve been able to cradle a new baby in my arms, and after 5 or 15 minutes, I’m ready to return the baby to its momma.

Though, I must admit – the fix snuck in on me one night while attending a graduation party. Not knowing ANYONE there except the celebrant and her aunt, I was mingling with the other guests, and started chatting with a new mom.

Her son was adorable, of course, all decked out with a (NOT kidding) silver pacifier to boot – in all of his 3 months.

I offered to hold him for a few while she grabbed a quick bite to eat.

I just didn’t realize she was going to take a half-friggin-hour.

O.M.G.

C'mon now. It was finger food. Not even a full course meal!

My arms were killing me – it’s not like he was sleeping or anything. He wanted up. Sitting up, standing up… and shit – he was FusSY!! I was dancing around like a fool trying to get him calmed down, wondering WTF was taking his mom so damn long.

If it hadn’t been my babysitter’s graduation party, and if we hadn’t been at hubby’s hotel, I might’ve gotten a bit rude.

But – ever the diplomat, I waited patiently, and coaxed my boys into helping me entertain the baby.

When freedom returned, I think we skedaddled no less than 10 minutes after.

And after that minor episode, I was wholeheartedly able to say I was happy not having another baby.

Then, of course, 2 years later – or this past weekend, I should say – I’ve decided to clean out the kids’ closets. I noticed that my 3 year old, doesn’t actually fit 3T anymore. Sometimes, not even 4T.

Or maybe I just got tired of seeing Daredevil pull pants on that came to mid-shin.

So out came the hand-me-downs which were tossed into the attic, which then got organized by size and put into clear plastic storage bins and moved to each child’s bedroom.

And after doing laundry, I found that said 3 year old, can now wear big brother’s size FIVE clothes.

(sigh)

When did the Cheeky Bandit have his growth spurt? Now, when I look at him, I see a tall, lean boy, not skinny like his Dad, but pretty much – perfect. lol - though Daredevil definitely takes after Dad and will probably be Skinny Ass #2.

But they're both even taller when asleep, stretched out in the twin beds I still can't believe they fit.

Sadly, I may not be technically accurate in calling him “Little Shit.”

But you KNOW that ain’t gonna stop. ;)

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