Eighteen months almost nineteen, but really? Who’s counting? I can’t believe how fast time has flown.
I can’t believe where’s out of the infant stage and heading full force into toddlerhood.
We’re past walking and moving into learning to walk backwards and running.
Shopping has become quite a chore. Just this past Sunday we attempted a trip to Wal*Mart where Hudson would run with reckless abandon throughout the aisle as he attempted to exert his independence. As he ran, taking in his surroundings, Carter would become distracted by Teh Shiny; had Mike not been there, one would have been lost for sure.
I tried valiantly to keep him in the shopping cart, but Hudson is so determined to do whatever his big brother is doing. The high chair has long been replaced with a booster at the table, the stroller is no more, the baby toys have been abandoned for the Hot Wheels and ‘boy’ toys; being carried is strictly reserved for when he’s tired.
I’ve tried so hard to hold to his infancy. We’re undetermined as to what our future holds in terms of more children and I fear that I will look back and realize there’s so much that I’ve missed because we thought there may be more babies to soak in. The smell, the cuddles, the firsts.
I can’t imagine that at 28 years old, I am done having children.
I can’t imagine myself without a daughter.
I can’t imagine that this chapter of child bearing is closed.
Then I see what we’ve accomplished so far, the beautiful children we have, my baby that really is no longer that much of a baby – I feel fulfilled. I feel happy. Complete.
But I’m waiver constantly about the complete part. We’ve never made mention of our family being complete, I think we both relish the idea of a daughter, or at least one child in our family.
Instead of worrying about age gaps and when (if) we’re going to start trying for another, I am trying my damnedest to enjoy where we are right now.
While my baby is still somewhat my baby.
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I understand this completely, except my youngest is 16 months and I know she’s our last. I’m trying to cherish every moment, but she’s just growing up so fast.
blond babies = nom
Oh, how I get this…except my baby is nearly 8 and I have this achy feeling for more babies. Well, at least for a baby! I can’t get my husband to talk about one baby, let alone more than that!
18 months? That can’t be right. Are you sure? I remember when you were preggers. Have I been blogging that long?
Well, he’s certainly the most advanced 6 month old ever, and awfully cute.
Oh Samantha J,
I feel your pain. When I compare John to Benjamin, my now 18 month old Benjamin, seems like such a big boy, but then I realize that he IS just a baby…he will always BE a baby…to me, anyway.
“I love you forever, I like you for always, as long as I’m living, my BABY you’ll be” -Robert Muncsh, I love you forever.
I am in tears looking at Mr. H. He has grown up so much. And the hair! When did that happen? So handsome. I am saddened that I missed him and Mr. C growing up. I miss them, and I miss you. I miss you so!
Cherish what you have NOW and don’t think of the “what ifs”, think of the “remember whens”.
Love you
Long Lost Auntie Jen
My baby just turned 7, last week….le sigh. Enjoy it. Each phase is wonderful in it’s own way, but there’s nothing like a baby.
Angi
My baby is going to be 18 months old next Saturday. I am trying so hard to soak in each moment, each smile or giggle. I am trying not to be sad when she doesn’t need me to do certain things for her anymore. It’s a privilege watching them grow up. But it also damn hard.
It sneaks up on you, the toddler stage. Mine will be 14 months in two days and I wonder where my tiny baby went.
I’ll tell you. I wasn’t sure for a long time if we were done or not. But I look at my girls who are nearly 8 and 5.5, with their brother and I know the timing was perfect.
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