Today, nothing monumental happened or completely life changing happened.... but to me, I saw just another glimpse at how my kids grow up and lean less and less on me for their every move. Bryce will be 2 in July. Up until today, he has not come down the stairs on his own. Should he be able to? yes. completely my fault. Tony affectionately refers to Bryce as my "tumor" insinuating that I carry him everywhere and rarely put him down. I didn't seem to notice as much... but being my last baby...and that he's a snuggler... and that I'm typically in a hurry... and that Brayden needs something... and, and... carrying Bryce was just "easier". I had not noticed it to be a big deal... until Tony pointed out the obvious: Bryce will sit at the top of the stairs (such as the above pics) and wait for me to come get him. And I always do. or DID. For the past few weeks, I have been trying to stay at the bottom of the stairs and call for him -(side note- I was always convinced that he knew how to go down them but would just rather wait for me to get him). My attempts were typically in vain and being that he is so darn cute, I would go up and grab him. Today, he came down. Wasn't supposed to be sad. I wish he would stay put. stay little. that's it... no more teaching him new things.
1 comment:
oh, that's so sad! It's hard to let them grow up, huh?
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