someone stole my baby

That's what I keep saying around here.

My little Squirt decided that he was a big enough boy to wear underwear back in September.  Easier than any of my first three little men.

Done.

Just.Like.That.

He really hasn't had an accident for months, which is more than I can say for two of his older brothers.  Not even the traditional wet "dribble" circle, as most moms of boys know well.

I've been clinging to the fact that he loves his crib and binky (gasp!) and spends HOURS just trapped hanging out happily in his crib because that is the only place that he was allowed to have the bless-ed binky.

But then he gave up his crib one day.  Just out of the blue he asked to sleep in one of the bunk beds and when I didn't offer his binky, he just went to sleep happily.

And he has only asked for it one time in over a month.

Binky is gone.  Done.

Boo.  I wasn't ready for that at all.  It was not in my control or my time line and it threw me for an emotional loop.

Because then I had no excuse not to take down his crib.

And there isn't another baby coming to fill the crib, so the crib is soon to be sold online.

Along with the changing table, mobile, and other miscellaneous baby items that I have no excuse not to get rid of.

I have commented several times to women close to me that I know there are women out there who can't wait to get out of the baby stage.  They can't wait to say that they are done being pregnant, nursing and changing diapers.

I have heard them say how happy they are to have all their kids out of cribs and in school.

I'm just not one of those women.

Motherhood was something that I looked forward to all my life.  When it finally happened to me, it was a sweet season.  I had great pregnancies, great births, and I just love the baby stage.

So, I am not going to be afraid of what God has waiting in the next sweet stage for me and this awesome family He has given me.

But I will also step tenderly, and a little reluctantly, away from the baby stage - one day at a time.

don't blink

or you might miss them!

Our two oldest boys are in a locals' ski program titled "Learn to Race," however, it is not an exclusive to racing program.  It is an all-mountain skill building program that exposes them to a little racing.

Last weekend, they had their first NASTAR race and my man and I skied over from our lunch break to watch them fly down the hill.

 

 

Our little Squirt is not old enough to join a formal program yet, but I'm certain when he is old enough, this is what he'll look like.

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our little lounge lizard

Rufus got the dancing genes.

I will leave you guessing which side of the family he got them from.

I'm thinking we're going to have to watch him closely in the coming years.