A good chunk of my day is spent changing Dax's diaper - and we have lots of conversations while he's getting changed here are excerpts from
"How can I teach you French when I don't know the word for elbow, diaper, crib, onesie...wait I don't know baby vocab in French, where's my dictionary?"
"I hate reusable wipes...disposable ones are so much easier, yet I love cloth diapers"
"I don't need to accessorize anymore - I have spit up and burp rags for decoration now"
"It's 11am and this is our 3rd outfit today - you better not pee on me...dang it, at least it hit the wall and not me"
"my word you're going to be fighting off the girls when you're in school....i really hope you don't date the dumb ditzy ones"
Those are the main ones from today - there seems to be quite a bit of overlap each day. My little man is growing so quickly, there are days where I look at his sweet face and realize that he is growing up and maturing. I get emotional thinking about the day when he'll be 18 (not sure if the tears are more because he'll be all grown up or because I'll be 42), or the day when he gets married, or when he has kids. I wish I could slow down my thoughts, and truly enjoy this stage that we're in right now. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE my life as it is, I love my son, I love being a mom, I love being a wife, and I'm so thankful for everything that we have. But sometimes my mind gets ahead of where we're at, and I think too far ahead that I lose time in the present - make sense?