Over the past few weeks, Emily started pretending to nurse her baby dolls. She is 22 months old and in love with babies. She clasps them to her chest, strokes their creamy, plastic heads and says “Baby, milk.” Then she looks at me with a round, proud face.
Today she dropped a doll in a puddle, promptly picked it up, kissed it, and wiped at it with her blankie.
I know, I know. You aren’t really interested in my minutia, but there is something so enchanting about the way Emily cares for and comforts her babies. I never want to forget these moments.
When Jack was little, I kept a journal. I wrote down every little milestone so that I could tell you the day and time he accomplished nearly everything- his first solid food, his first ice cream cone, the first time he told me he loved me. I wrote weekly, if not more often, about all his little quirks that delighted me as a first time mother. With Em, I’ve not been so diligent, and my memory is not nearly as acute, so I find I am losing these little details. When was the first time she said “mama?” How old was she when she pulled herself to standing? What day was it the first time she went on the tricycle?
I don’t know. I can’t remember.
My blog is kind of an online journal about my life as a mom. I thought I would take a few moments and jot down some random little things I want to remember. Here we go:
- Last week Jack started riding his yellow bike without training wheels. He cruised around the basketball court in the playground across the street with a smile that alternated between super suave and nonchalant and an elated grin.
- This morning Emily said our cat’s name. When she says kitty, it comes our like “key,” but she can say his actual name clear as a bell. She has a little lisp that is melt-your-heart-charming. Her language development is still taking its sweet time, but every day she is starting to say more and more.
- Jack has brought home 100s on all four spelling tests he has had so far in first grade. He drew a picture of ninjas walking to school with which I was pretty impressed.
- For the last two months (or three?) Emily has been climbing out of her crib in the morning and into bed with me. She is still in the mini-crib next to me so she doesn’t have far to go. Even though she is such an early bird (she is up at 5:30 most mornings), I love her warm, solid body cuddling up in my arms and her chipper voice asking for milk.
- I’ve introduced Emily to Goodnight Moon, and we read it almost every night among a handful of other books. She loves to find the mouse and count the bears in chairs and say “huuuussshhhh,” for the quiet old lady. She is curious and attentive when I read to her, loves to turn pages, and makes all the animal noises with gusto.
So there. Maybe you stopped reading after the first paragraph. I admit this is not my most exciting post, but at the end of the day, I really want to remember the little moments, the sweet things that make me sigh with contentment throughout the day. If you did make it to the end, thanks for listening.
Tell me, what are your kids doing these days? What are some precious little moments that you hope to always remember?