It happened. I don't know how it happened, but it happened. My baby is no longer a baby. She's no longer a toddler, or even a preschooler. She's now a full-grown little lady.
I really miss her baby years, when I spent hours cuddling and rocking her in my arms. And I confess, I kept that going absolutely as long as I possibly could. We would have brief, but regular, mini cuddle sessions every morning before I scooted her off to preschool and me off to school or work.
So this morning I did my best to re-create that. Lucky for me, my munchkin is always up for a hug or a cuddle. Here's how it went down:
Me: Morning, sweet-girl. What are you doing awake already?
Munchkin: Hi Mommy. I was just playing.
Me: Hey, I missed putting you to bed last night. Wanna cuddle for a minute?
Munchkin: Sure.
Me: Here, climb in my lap.
[She tries, she really does. I grunt and groan, then re-position. Still, she can't quite make it onto my lap. My daughter was probably thinking "awk-ward," which is her new favorite word.]
Munchkin: Mommy, there's no room. How about if I just sit next to you and lean my head on your shoulder?
Me: OK, I guess that'll work.
[We cuddle for a minute.]
Munchkin: The baby's really big now, Mommy, isn't she?
[What she really means is, "Your belly looks gi-normous!"]
Me: Yep, she keeps growing.
My munchkin is so excited to meet her baby sister, who is set to arrive in August. I am too, of course.
In the meantime, I'm trying to soak up as much time with her as I can. Soon I'll have a big munchkin and a little munchkin to share stories about.
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