Holy moly! Or shall I say, HOLY MOLAR! Yes, that's better.
If you haven't yet gathered from the statement above (or my tone), my boy has a molar. I'm devastated, too!
I don't wish to be that soppy mom that just can't hold it together, that cries when their child reaches each new milestone, but I am.
It feels like yesterday I was bringing him home from the hospital. Now, he a has a molar...
I ask, "What's next? Chest hair?"
Look at his big, empty mouth below. Bare gums, and all. Where has my baby gone? My life's in fast-forward, and he'll be dating soon.
Mommies: How do you deal with the passing of precious time?
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Gillian your such a good mommy! You are dealing with the passing of time the best way I know. You write because you want to remember the wonderment of it all. Take lots of photos and flip clips and back up them up! back up them up! This blog will be a treasure in itself for you when you get mommy brain and get old and forget. Isn't it funny you go through life at a turtles pace and then you have children and it travels at the speed of light. I was a blubbering fool when Keegan started kindergarten and when Maisie graduates highschool Paul says we'll both have to be heavily medicated. They say to enjoy every moment and I really really try to because in a few years I don't think hanging out with 'mom' is going to be as cool as hanging out with their buddies. So until then I follow them around like their own personal paparazzi.
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