I know I've only been a mother for 2 years but I catch myself staring at Chunks sometimes in amazement that he's this big already, doing things on his own, forming pretty decent sentences, and really developing into his own person. WHERE IS MY BABY?? The other night I flipped through some old pics and really could not believe how fast time went by.
I remember our first few weeks together. His father was still in school so it was just my Chunks and I learning each other and I remember how just IN LOVE I was.
I remember packing up our apartment for our move back to Brooklyn and feeling overwhelmed and stressed out (I hate moving) and turning to see what Chunks was doing and found this...
I couldn't wait to take him out to really enjoy snow for the first time and he loved it (until it was just too cold and then he was OVER it lol)
I watched him become a big boy messy and loud, run and fall and get up with out crying
Then he had the NERVE to turn 2!! (Pardon my extra hard cheese)
AND start Pre-School!!
He's still my baby and I've become that mushy mom I swore I would never be but I'm really enjoying every minute of Motherhood and I'm so grateful for this little life :-)
Ok, mushy moment over...Thanks