I think when milestones happen, they should be spaced out, to stop mothers from being sent into SHOCK.
My boys, without my permission, are growing up.
Tucker lost his first tooth, he is so happy to finally be a member of his classrooms’ lost tooth club.
And even though I shed a few tears, this grin is too adorable to be sad about for long.
Truman is all registered for Kindergarten,
And, although I cringe just thinking about being without him the whole day, he couldn’t be happier about the prospect of being in the same school as his big brother, and I am excited for him in his next adventure.
Elliot after watching his brothers run, skip, jump, and practically speed everywhere, decided he’d done enough sitting, and has taken up walking.
And strangely enough, it happened completely unexpectedly. He took a few steps back in November, but then showed no interest after that, and would not walk more than two or three steps. So I was UTTERLY FLABBERGASTED to see him stand up and walk across our entire kitchen one afternoon to get to me. When I get to heaven, I hope I get to view that moment, so I can see the shocked and joy that I am sure was very present in my face.
So all of these milestones happened all within days of each other. And I repeat, things like this should not happen to mothers, they are hard enough to take one at at time, let alone in groups of three. Although I am so happy to see these moments come, time just keeps on ticking, and I really want to freeze it for a little while!