Thursday, July 19, 2012

Before They Fade

Oh, hello there.

I was nursing my fat little ball of 7 month old baby last night and thinking about how much I adore him. And I want him to know that. So I'm writing it down here.

Do you hear me, 5th child? I love you so much. I love the tiny cleft in your chin and the extra fat roll that it rests on, I love your tiny toes that look like little peach colored peas lined up at the end of your foot, I love your crazy hair that looks like you stuck your finger in an electrical socket. Every last thing about you, each tiny detail, I adore them all. Every last one.

How in the world this baby teetering on the line exactly between seven and eight months old truly baffles me. It's such a cliche, but time really does fly.

I remember when Sunshine was about the same age and making sure I wrote things down because I just knew she'd off and grow up on me. Oh, and has she! Her sweet baby curls now swish across the middle of her back, and much further when they're being washed. She doesn't like having her hair washed in the least. I'm waiting on the day neighbors call the authorities and insist she be removed from our home because surely she is being tortured, what with all the screaming and crying they hear at least 3 times a week.

A few more things I need to write somewhere because I'm scared they'll find some way to slip out of my mind over time:
  • Sunshine wants "booeys" so she can feed her babies. 
  • She wears her blue dress with the ruffles across the chest because it has "booeys".
  • She does her make-up when I do mine. Her "make-up" is an empty compact and a brush. She keeps them in my make-up drawer.
  • She calls her baby brother "my son" and says she wants to put him in her belly.

And that baby brother? He so loves his big brothers and sister that he is officially cruising along anything he can get a hold of in an effort to run around with them.

I got a bee in my bonnet a few weeks ago about just wanting to go to a movie with Mr. Ordinary. He didn't think the baby was quite up to being left for that long just yet. And he was right. But wah, wah, wah, blah, blah, blah....

I keep telling myself that they'll all be grown and off doing amazing things before I know it.

I dread that day and dream of it all at the same time.

1 comment:

jo(e) said...

I love having grown kids, but I miss the baby and toddler years. Enjoy them!