I always hear people go on and on about how they miss their kids being newborns. Sure, newborns are cute and little and … immobile.
Sometimes I wish Cash was little again, even if it’s just so that I could eat lunch in peace while he’s strapped into his carseat.
But now, at a year and a half? HE IS SO MUCH FUN.
- No more 7 outfit changes in a day.
- No more nursing or formula.
- No more 12 times a day diaper changes.
- No more baby carrier, swing, exersaucer and all that other random crap that you “need.”
- No more baby food.
- No more newborn screams.
Now it’s playing all day, laughing, tickling and giving kisses.
I’m not going to lie to you – toddlerhood is no picnic.
He’s full of energy, runs instead of walks, demands my full attention ALWAYS, has to watch the same movie day after god damn day, throws food, throws toys, throws bottles, pitches fits, screams, yells, hits mama, cries when he’s in trouble, waves goodbye, plays with his toys, rearranges the books on his shelf, throws things in the toilet, slams doors, pees straight through to his pants, gets strawberries all over his shirt, feeds the dog goldfish, gives fierce hugs, gives sloppy kisses, wipes his dirty hands on my jeans, pulls on my necklaces, shares his treats, laughs, giggles, talks a mile a minute in his own little language, signs please, claps his hands, claps my hands, snuggles with his blanket, runs barefoot outside and eventually, falls asleep snoring–and that’s on a day that we don’t leave the house.
However, none of that tops the feeling I get when Nate brings him into our room in the morning and Cash bolts from his arms to give me a kiss. Or when he lays there, even just for a minute so we can snuggle and I can breathe in the smell of his hair. Or when he knows I’m feeling sad or stressed out and will put both hands on my face and touch his nose to mine. Or when he runs shrieking into the kitchen only to give my leg a hug, then turns around and scampers off. Or when he sits on my lap, looks me dead in the eye and tells me a story I don’t understand.
Sure, babies are cute — especially those newborns — but nothing beats having a little boy to spend your day with … except for the days he throws a tantrum in line at Costco.