Do you ever take a step back, look at your kids, and just get completely overwhelmed? Not in a bad way or anything, but sometimes, I'll just get a rush of daydreams with Lou starting to walk, talk, and run. He's going to be a rascal, I tell ya. The Brodster was such a sweet, chill baby. Lou-Bear, on the other hand, is quite different. Constantly on the move (he just started crawling a few days ago), a bit of a yeller, and all with a twinkle of mischief in his eye.
What will like? What will he not like? OMG, what if he hates Disney?
I can't help but wonder what kind of person he will be. Everyone says you should appreciate the little moments now (which I do), but the future is so close. Little ones grow so fast! He is, like, an actual human. Pretty soon, I'm not going to be able to chew on those little hands or cheeks anymore. He'll find it way too embarrassing.
Parents out there: Do you find yourself torn between wanting them to grow but dreading them growing up? It sounds crazy, but that's definitely where I'm at with both my boys. We're in a sweet spot right now and I don't want to let it go yet.
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