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Oh Em Gee, Mommy

14 Oct

Those of you who follow my blog know about my four year-old son. He’s a little comedian in the making. Lately, he’s picked up the “OMG” slang from who knows where. Probably his seven year-old sister.

The other day I was picking him up from preschool and there happened to be a huge cabinet in the hallway that isn’t usually there. I was holding his hand as we were walking out and he said, “Oh Em Gee, Mommy! What is that doing there?”

I turned to him and said, “Did you just say Oh Em Gee?”

“Yes,” he smiled.

“Do you know what that means?” I asked him.

“Yea, it means this cabinet is in my way!”

Then the other night we were watching Life on the Discovery Channel. There was this fish that uses its mouth to climb up the rocks behind a massive waterfall to get to the calm waters above so it can lay eggs. It was pretty amazing. My son says, “Oh Em Gee, Mommy! Look at that fish!”

I started laughing then asked him, “Why did you say Oh Em Gee?”

“Because that fish is crazy!”

Well, at least he’s using the term properly.

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A Milestone Reached

8 Jun
Today, I put the last photos in my son’s baby album. It’s something I’ve been putting off for a long time, either consciously or subconsciously.

For some reason, I pulled out his baby album a couple of weeks ago and flipped through it and realized that it was incomplete. For both my children I created a photo album that includes photos of each month of their development for the first year of their lives. I wrote down thoughts and feelings during that time and put it all together in an album for each of them. I had only gotten my son’s album finished up to his 9th month. All the photos and the notes were in there for his entire first 12 months of life, it just wasn’t put together.

After you have your second child you have a lot less time to do things like baby albums so the second, third, or forth (if you’re crazy!) child often gets jipped when it comes to baby albums and memorabilia. I don’t know why I had this urge to finish his baby album but today, I just finished it…and he’s 4 years-old. I’m not sure how I feel about it. Interestingly, I was talking with a mother of one of my daughter’s friends the other day. Her second child is going into Kindergarten next fall and she said the exact same words, “I’m not sure how I feel about it.”

There’s a part of me that is relieved that all the diapers, bottles, pacifiers, crying in the middle of the night, and never being able to put the baby down is over. Then there’s another part of me that’s deeply sad that I didn’t treasure those fleeting baby years more. When your baby looks to you for its existence but also looks at you like you are the most amazing human being to ever walk the earth because you got him a bottle of milk when he wanted it.¬† Or when he reaches out to grab your nose to make sure it’s real. And when he giggles at a game of peak-a-boo because it’s the funniest thing he’s ever seen in his life. They are all just memories now contained in a light blue baby album yet it seems like it was just yesterday.

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