Growing up…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I thought I would post an update on William and his choochie woes. 🙁  A few weeks ago, on Christmas Day, William’s long time companion and security blanket disappeared.  I am pretty sure it was swept up in all the paper, bows and ribbons that covered our living room floor that morning, never to be seen again.  It was tough going for awhile, but it was also very necessary for William to finally let his friend go.  While I firmly believe that William’s choochie was necessary for him in the first few years of his life and I dreaded this day, it was also time.  After all, my little man is starting school this fall!!  Oh my word, that is a bit frightening, but we won’t go there now. 🙂  The first couple of weeks were the hardest for William, mostly at bedtime.  He would toss and turn, crying for his friend, saying, “I miss my choochie”, then more tears.  Very tough to witness for this big cry baby. 🙁  However, every night it got better and there was less crying.  Then he would go a couple of days without crying for it.  Then this week happened…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Last night my little man turned to me and said, “Mama,  I miss my choochie, but I’m a big boy now so I don’t need it.”  I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry!  Instead I took his sweet cheeks in my hands, kissed his nose and told him that I was so very, very proud of my big boy. 🙂  Just like that, it’s over.  Three weeks from the time it disappeared to this age defining moment.  My little baby boy is a big boy now and there is nothing I can do to turn back the clock…  What is it that Dr. Seuss would say?  “Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened”. 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On the same topic of growing up I thought I would share this photo of Emily, my soon to be ten year old.  She excitedly asked for doll clothes and Lego Friends for Christmas, peppering her list of desires with make up and a real bow and arrow ( thank you Disney Pixar, for Brave).  Christmas Day brought the same wonderful excitement it should bring for all children, with squeals for the doll clothes and screams for the bow and arrow.  It was exactly how it should be; a moment in time I would love to freeze forever.  Fast forward a few days and we were shopping in Walmart, with a young lady eager to spend her gift card. 🙂  Emily looked around, a lot, and finally called to me with her selection of merchandise.  This is what I was confronted with!  Ah Emily? I don’t think so. 🙂  She can strike the right pose and look pretty grown up doing it, but man oh man, please go back to your runners and big, fluffy slippers, at least for a few more years…

FT&PD

Suz