Our little tykes are growing up. Andrew has been able to crawl out of his crib since he was a year old, but hasn't (amazingly enough). For the last couple of weeks, he has been getting out and reading in his bed rather than sleeping. Emily is growing up so fast and will soon be too big for her bassinet, so we will need a crib.
Andrew moved to a toddler bed on Sunday night. He hasn't napped since, but does well sleeping at night, even though he's been going down at 6:00 (because of not napping). Emily spends part of the night in the crib, and takes her naps in there. They have both been not sleeping well lately and I feel extremely sleep deprived. When I start to get frustrated, I try to remember that these times won't last forever, and our little kids won't always be so little.
I know that someday, Andrew will no longer run to me yelling, "My buddy!" Someday, he will no longer call Emily "Willy." He won't always beg to watch "Fostee da Snow-an" and "Boos Coos." He will not run in circles for no reason or fall asleep in my arms.
Someday, Emily will no longer stick her legs straight up and suck on her big toe. Someday she will have teeth, and I will miss that amazingly silly gummy grin. She won't always use a pacifier and hold onto blankies. She will grow up.
“Motherhood is not a hobby, it is a calling. You do not collect children because you find them cuter than stamps. It is not something to do if you can squeeze the time in.
It is what God gave you time for.”