Time Keeps On Tickin', Into The Future

Grace: Mom. What you doing?

Me: Washing your new sheets...

Grace: It has Pottah Tots.

Me. Yes! It has polka dots, like on your wall.

Grace: Tuuute mom!

Grace: Mime??

Me: All yours.
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Grace: Mom! Sippoors wikes me!

Me: Be careful, she'll bite.

Grace: Mom! Sippors bit me. NO Sippors. No maaam.
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Her favorite words/sayings:


-Doh potty mom.
- Mom? Dad? Hello?
-Tum here Abuh. Now Abuh.
-Dace Wose. (Grace Rose)
-Daddy dit a hair tutt?
-I dot Joooey's tail. See Mom?
-Me tum! Me tum!
-Where Abuh doh, Mom?
-Sooo tuute.
-Hi Tooneee.
-Titty Tatt bite me Mom.
-Otay Mom.
-Doh to skoo-wol? And see Miss. Reea.
-Hanney Tanna. Noo Noo Noooo ooo.
-No muh-eys jumpin da bed.

I find myself standing at the end of the hallway, just staring blankly into both girls rooms. Remembering how their rooms were arranged when they came home from the hospital. Opening up their cabinet doors to find never been used baby lotion, shampoo, rash cream, tiny soft bristled brushes, miniature nail clippers, itty bitty medicine droppers. Brand new socks and shoes they wouldn't fit into for months and months. I miss it. I want to smell fresh receiving blankets and remember more clearly how it felt to swaddle them after a bath and watch them sleeping so peacefully, with their button noses and sweet newborn breath. I miss looking over in the middle of the night to see a green bassinet next to my bed complete with a pink bundle of goo sleeping soundly in a wedge. I miss holding their delicate neck's up and watch how their legs pull back up into a fetal position after I change a diaper. I miss packing a diaper bag with baby squash and powdered formula. I miss going into their rooms in the middle of the night to make sure their chests are moving. I miss nursing with one arm, and making myself lunch with the other.

I was so proud of Ava when she accomplished all of her 'firsts', and was so happy for her. Watching Grace's 'firsts' are bitter sweet. Knowing she is our last child, it's a bit painful giving away highchairs, walkers, clothes and cribs. This whole big-girl-bed thing is different this time around on a WHOLE other level. Grace isn't the sleeping pro like her big sister and isn't nearly as mature as Ava was, when we upgraded her into a big bed. But like things do, they will fall right into place, time will pass, and before I know it, I will barely remember when she slept in a crib.

But for now I'll keep staring into their rooms at the end of the hallway. Looking at their past and into their future. I'm so blessed to have these two darlings call me Mom. Their Mom loves them more than they know.

Sleep tight sweet pea.