Brady decided to grow up and be a big boy just like that. He woke up this morning and basically decided that he was done with diapers and that he wanted to be a big boy.
What?
Where's the catch?
When Glynn picked him up from school today, his teacher said that he had been doing so well with his potty-self-training that she thought we could skip the pull-ups stage with him, basically. I can't believe it! After all the trouble we had with Maddie, I suppose I'm due for an easy kid to potty-train. But I'm having trouble with him growing up so fast. Part of me wants to keep him in diapers so he'll be my little baby forever, it's so hard to let go of that stage for me, knowing that he *might* (will? IDK yet) be my last, so I want to hang on to the baby Brady pretty badly.
Don't get me wrong, I won't miss changing the diapers, but I'll miss his cute little diaper butt running around and that stage of Brady-ness that was so awesome. HE'S so awesome, we're so lucky to have such great kids. But with him being my baby, it's hard for me to let go and let him grow up.
So in addition to his dynamite potty-training, he also now wants to brush his own teeth (he's usually pretty content to lie there and let me handle it) and tonight he got out of bed, came downstairs, and put himself to sleep in his couch corner. Just like that. No whining, no begging for movies, no tricks. Just like a big boy, laid down and rolled over and started snoring.
???????????
I must be hallucinating.
But on the off chance that this is all real, I'll let out some silent cheers for my big boy, while inside I'm weeping like a crazy woman, longing to hold on to those baby days just a little big longer.
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