It was just a few months ago (ok, maybe more like a year and a half), yet it feel like it was another lifetime. Maybe I am getting all reminiscent and emotional because he'll be three next week. But...I really, really miss those sweet toddler days!
It was pre-tantrums. He didn't tell me "NO!" He cried if I left the room. He wobbled up to me on unsteady little chubby feet that were still too puffy for most shoes and would grab my finger and drag me into the playroom so I could sit on the floor and push trains around with him. He still looked like a baby, despite the little boy I started noticing from time to time. He said "UCK!" for "truck" and "mick-muck" for "motorcycle" (I have no idea how this came to be).
He was baby, only not my baby anymore...
So far, the those days have been my favorite. The "glory days" in between the newborn stage and the full-blown tantrum stage (when does that end, by the way?). Don't get me wrong...I love the little person Jack is becoming and I love watching him grow...but there was something special about those early-toddler days.
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