My baby is two years old. I can’t believe it. I still think of him as a little baby sometimes. Yesterday as I walked Wilson into preschool a mom was walking up with a four year old, a two year old and an infant. I looked at her and said, “that was me two years ago.” We spoke briefly and then parted. After I got back into the car I started to cry. I thought about how I was never going to be back in that place again. I would never have a little baby strapped to my chest while to drug two toddlers along with me. That phase of life was very difficult, but I loved it. I loved having a little baby. I love having my children young and with me. It made me sad that I will never have a little baby tagging along with me anymore. From here on they just get older and more independent. There is a lot of good that comes along with that and I am already experiencing some serious benefits from having older kids, but it is sad to know that I won’t have young kids anymore. So, I had my five minutes of sadness and reflection of the “good ole days” and then went on with my day and Miller’s birthday.
The afternoon was a bit crazy. We went to get Wilson and Faith a haircut since I had cut it myself the last time, then to the Dollar Store to get Miller a small gift and some balloons, and finally we went home to bake a cake, pick up the house, and order pizza for dinner. Since Miller is the third child, he didn’t get much of a birthday celebration. Maybe he got the right amount and the other two got too much. I don’t know. He got the important things: a present or two, a cake and some pizza, and what every two year old wants: attention.
Of course I waited until the last minute to order the pizza so it had to be picked up at the place. I called my mom and asked them to pick up the pizza which meant that they had to pay for it too. We laughed because I asked them to come over, bring pizza, pay for it and bring my kid a small gift. Tacky right?!?! That’s what parents are for!
We ate pizza, had a “circle” cake (which Miller said he wanted), and enjoyed a good laugh around the dinner table. Miller could even tell you how old he was by the end of the day. “TWO!” And yes, he had a mohawk. Both of the boys did! It was adorable. They are looking more and more alike each day.