We're trying to change our habit of calling Q, "Baby." When I come home from work, I say, "Hi Q!" instead of "Hi Baby!" It's a really hard habit to break, partly because it's a habit, and partly because it's hard to think of him growing up.
I never, ever thought that I would feel that way. I do not miss his babyhood. He was an easy baby, but I'm thrilled at how we can communicate now. I love his new grasp on words, the endless chatter (well, mostly), and lengthy songs to which he's subjecting us. However, even un-mommy-like-I am going to miss "Baby."
That's what he calls himself. When he has us take turns playing his toy guitar, he'll say, "Mama do it," followed by giving it to SwingDaddy and saying, "Baba do it." Then he'll take the guitar himself and say, "Baby do it!" He's say his real name if you prod him a bit, and it's time to take that step.
Turning two, getting a real haircut, new sneakers, toddler activities. He's a not a baby anymore – he's a boy.
Real moms let their babies grow up. But when I hug you tight, I'll always call you my baby.
Karianna – thanks for inviting me to join the Real Moms meme!
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