My baby is turning 3 on a couple of weeks and I am having a harder time with it than I would have thought. I have always looked forward to a day when there would be no more diapers, strollers, cribs, etc. But now that it is almost here I am a little tiny bit sad. This is the child that when I found out I was pregnant I cried for 9 months because I didn't really want another baby. What an idiot I was, and how grateful I am for a loving Heavenly Father who knows my needs, and the needs of my family so much better than I. You see, I need this baby. I feel like me life would have been ridiculously empty and selfish without him. He is a joy, I have often called him my little bonus baby. Luckily my little guy still loves to snuggle with me. In the morning after the big kids are gone to school, it's just me and him and sometimes we will just cuddle up and watch Winnie the Pooh for hours. I love this time with him so much. Of course, it's not all that bad to think he will grow up... lately he has been taking matters into his own hands every time he has a messy diaper and I will be glad when this particular phase is over. Al least I think I will be. I told a woman in my math class all about it and she just laughed and reminded me to enjoy it while I can, even the poopy times will be gone before you know it she said. Did I mention I am taking a math class? I am going back to school to get a degree in El. Ed. because, well, my dad was right about that useless communications degree, it seems a bit, well, useless. Don't ge tme wrong, the experience of college and work was invaluable but that particular degree doesn't really qualify me for much. Anyway, no more ramblings... time to get on with the day which will include: orthodontist, dentist, back to orthodontist, violin, soccer, t-ball and dance. TGIF!
