Enough is enough

Ok. Enough is enough. You havedone entirely   too much growing in the last couple of weeks. And my heart can NOT take it. I literally feel like ive witnessed,more that usual, the most recent growth spurt slip between my fingers i swear your maturity looked me

In the eyes, stuck its tongue out at me and ran away laughing. This one has been rough for momma. 

First your big boy haircut.

Then your ability to suddenly (literally all of the sudden) go out in public without a fuss. 

Then you mastered getting in/out of the car without a fight.

You already talk like an adult. 

Naps are dissapearing. 

You slept with grandmommy all night the other day then napped with me, then this am woke up wet and came to bed with me and slept til time to wake up ( sleeping in our bed was never anything you enjoyed doing). 

Then today, stupid me took your side rail off of your crib just to see if it would convert to a toddler bed without feeling flimsy, and you actually liked the ability to jump in and out. I didnt think youd actually SLEEP in it! At nap i asked if you wanted the bars back on and you said no. So you laid down for nap and slept just fine as if it was no big deal. It was for me! I about fell apart! 

-I wont even lift you up over your rails again!. 

-You wont cry out for me to come pick you up

 -what if you unlock the doors?

-Or get into something dangerous during the night?

 So many thoughts. But the biggest of all: i wasnt prepared for this to happen so easy or so suddenly. A month ago i thought your be in your crib until at least 3.5. I thought wed plan it out and throw a big party for your big boy bed day! Not: lets take off a siderail and voila, welcome to manhood. Ugh! Oddly, i took crib photos with you last night to document our everyday life moments such as bedtime. I didnt know itd be the last. Kinda like a poem i read recently and loved that said you never know when something is the "last time" with your baby. You just do it and then It just never happens again :( how sad is that fact. 

And to top that of, i went through the drive through at our local bbq place and you said oh where are we. I told you and you said lets go in i wanna go in ( not something we usually venture out and do: dining out. But given your recent maturity i said ok lets try. You snuggled me so close in a booth ( again here we go- no highchair. Just the booth), played ipad and when the lady asked what we wanted you said a bbq sammy! It was so cute! You sat so close, all snuggled up. Just me and you. My heart may have bursted right there. Im still looking for it!  

You gobbled your dinner. Never fussed. Never tried to run! Never acted out. We paid. Got in the car and left. Like real ppl. Like grown ups. And i love your new ability to not throw a complete fit out in public, but as predicted, i miss my baby and those moments that are gone and i didnt know they were the "last" until now. Youve slipped right though my fingers, right before my eyes, in plain sight, without me even knowing. Father time is a mean , cruel , sneaky jerk.

                   

              Last night, in your crib:

 Then today testing out the lacking            siderail 

          Then passed out at nap 

     Snuggled in our booth on a dinner date! 

     Sleeping without constrain at bedtime