This got me thinking about something I often hear from parents of older kids. "Enjoy it now because time flies and they'll be out of the house before you know it". It's hard to understand that concept because time seems to crawl with my little ones. But then maybe not. Just this past weekend I was texting with Sun Kissed Boy #1. Texting! When did this baby learn to text?
That, of course, sent my mind spinning thinking about the recent variation in what is the most notable day-to-day change, our night routine.
There was a time where I sat and read to such said baby. The baby now reads to his younger brothers on one side of the couch...
...as I sit on the other and fold laundry.
There was a time I quietly kissed the baby and his lovey goodnight as I tucked him in.
Now the baby has a lot to say before the kiss goodnight. Kissing the lovey goodnight is only optional.
Side Note: Ignore the haggard/worn look about me in the above shot. It's my end-of-the-day look. I don't know what happens. I wake up looking like this! :D
Even though the adjustments to our night routine make me realize that time is going by fast, they are welcomed changes. They let me see what a wonderful young man my oldest baby is becoming. They keep strengthening our bond as mother and son. Our nightly talks reinforce our close relationship. They make me think I will one day miss this night routine too.