So, we are in the midst of potty & culinary training, singer & song writer in a making and last but not least a future sergeant getting educated about the lovely world of open “bubus” and bleeding “owies”.Bug is no longer a baby. Only for those couple of minutes each night where she asks me to hold her like a baby and rock her back and forth. Just like the way she rocks her baby when she is putting her to sleep.
She is not a baby any more. She is a little human being. She sings songs now. She reads story books to us at night. She bakes muffins on days like Sunday. She asks for walks and for hugs. She tells us she loves us, and tells ME to stop. She makes friends with strange little girls and joins the game they want to play.
She is not a baby anymore. She is one little bug who is not afraid of running into the Ocean on a gloomy day. She is not afraid to pick her nose in public and will search anyone’s for “buggas”.
She is just not a baby anymore.
2 comments:
Andrea- They grow up so fast don't they? A good friend just had a baby last week and when I was holding her I remembered when my nephew was that small, precious and silent. Now he's four and we can hardly believe how he's grown from that tiny baby into a talkative little boy! Keep enjoying each day!
Awwwww... persze, minden kornak megvan a maga szépsége, de akkor is, milyen fura, hogy mennyire gyorsan, sokkal gyorsabban, mint ahogy "az idő múlik" nőnek meg...
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