This is a picture of my son two years ago. Back then he was baby, he couldn't even walk yet! His favorite thing to do was crawl around the yard. He loved bananas and hated cottage cheese. He couldn't really talk, although he had a couple of words. He was still drinking out of bottles!
Now he is my little man. He says things like "I am not a baby anymore!". He still loves to play outside, and this Spring we are building a fence so he can be outside more often. He can run, jump, kick, throw and stand on one foot. He still loves bananas, and likes cottage cheese too. He hasn't had a bottle in almost two years. He talks like crazy, knows his alphabet, he can count, and can spell a few words. He can tell you what his heart does, and has a vast vocabulary, which he uses very well. He even uses the toilet!
Do I wish he was still a baby? No, not really. Other than a few horrible weeks of defiant behavior recently, he is a joy to be around. I look forward to getting him out of bed every morning because I can't wait to spend our day together. Although he was a wonderful little snuggle bug two years ago, today he is a wonderful little boy. Everyday he learns something, or says something that amazes or amuses me.
Would I love to snuggle up with him on my lap and give him a bottle, then hold him for awhile after he falls into a milk coma? Yes. Yes I would. But growing up is what people are meant to do. As much as he will always be my baby (although he denies it!), watching him grow up is a privilege, and I am so blessed to be his mama!