At 1:20 this morning, Jameson turned three. I was awake, still tackling that mound of laundry that, although dwindling, is still more of a mountain than a mole hill. I sat there thinking how fast it was that we got here--how it feels like only yesterday that I was carrying him around in the baby carrier. It's incredible. He's potty trained, he can dress himself, he has sleep over parties at Brandee's house. All of a sudden, he's this big kid and, although I've been here the whole time, I really feel like I missed something. Three years--it's been THREE YEARS? NO WAY! I get stopped by complete strangers on an almost weekly basis who feel that it is their job to remind me how fast it goes.
"Enjoy it, It goes by so fast!" or "Don't blink, They'll be 18 before you know it!"
I always smile and nod. Yes, I know. But, to my amazement, they're right! It does go by quick. I was in the midst of getting caught up in a whole sad "where did my baby go?" moment when, at 1:25 Jameson started crying, screaming "Mommy, I want my mommy!" from his bed. I gave him a hug, wished him a happy birthday, and tucked him in. As I left the room, he whispered "I love you, mommy..." I guess my little baby boy is in there somewhere.
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maybe it's because i'm pregnant, but your blog entries always leave me teary-eyed. :)
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