Time marches on, leaving mothers to weep for their little ones.
January 11th 2007 01:28
This time of year I'm always hit with the "They're getting so big" blues. My kids have their birthdays relatively close to each other, Jonny in Jan, and Ais in Feb. Even though they';re still small, the time has flown so fast, I can't help but be sad that they'll be big soon. Even though I had to drag both of them out of the mall wailing yesterday, it still makes me sad to have them grow, and if I could I'd keep them small forever.
The other day I tried putting underwear on Jonny. Even though he peed in two pair, and is obviously NOT on the way to leaving the toilet seat up so I can fall in it, I still got a little teary seeing his little toddler booty in a pair of "big boy" underwear (even if they had creepy Thomas on the butt) It got me thinking about washing big boy undies later in life, and finding little suprises in them, both front and back. How I'd probably not even want to touch them, but being the one with the breasts I probably would have to, until another person with breasts takes over for me.
Then I got to thinking that it won't be long until I'll be washing out Aislinn's skanky thongs, and bras, and shudder bloody underwear, and rolling my eyes at her revealing clothing.
Where has the time gone? As they run around here driving me nuts with all their yelling, I will miss it. When they're twelve and sixteen they will not fight over who gets to snuggle mama. I will not even be an important part of their lives.
Right now they're my little Heathan Angels. My lovely maniacs. My beautiful devils.
The other day I tried putting underwear on Jonny. Even though he peed in two pair, and is obviously NOT on the way to leaving the toilet seat up so I can fall in it, I still got a little teary seeing his little toddler booty in a pair of "big boy" underwear (even if they had creepy Thomas on the butt) It got me thinking about washing big boy undies later in life, and finding little suprises in them, both front and back. How I'd probably not even want to touch them, but being the one with the breasts I probably would have to, until another person with breasts takes over for me.
Then I got to thinking that it won't be long until I'll be washing out Aislinn's skanky thongs, and bras, and shudder bloody underwear, and rolling my eyes at her revealing clothing.
Where has the time gone? As they run around here driving me nuts with all their yelling, I will miss it. When they're twelve and sixteen they will not fight over who gets to snuggle mama. I will not even be an important part of their lives.
Right now they're my little Heathan Angels. My lovely maniacs. My beautiful devils.
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