Sunday, January 4, 2009


I now have a two year old.

Not a baby.

A toddler.

A little boy.

For so long, I have referred to Liam as "the baby" to my husband, family and friends. Obviously, that is because he is my baby, my youngest. Yesterday, though, as we celebrated his birthday, I looked at him and saw not a baby but (gulp) a boy.

He has a little boy haircut.

He likes cars, trains and balls.

He practices burping and says "poopy" when he, er, passes gas.

Yes, this baby I am raising has turned into a boy.

I'm not sure I am ready to bid farewell to those baby days just yet.

So, as his vocabulary explodes and potty training looms, I relish the fact that he still goes "night, night" with a blue satin blankie and prefers to be rocked by me. I will sniff a little deeper and longer when I catch a whiff of Dreft on his jammies. I am going to lap up every bit of this time I have left when the baby is still visible in this two year old boy.


Anonymous said...

my baby's 9. and when no one is watching he will still sit in my lap!! I miss the baby and am in no hurry to see him become a young man. even though I know there is no stopping it.

Missy said...

awww, happy birthday Liam! Weren't they newborns just a couple of months ago??

Anglophile Football Fanatic said...

Happy Birthday, Liam! I'm glad to see you're back, T.

MamaGeek @ Works For Us said...

Happy Birthday Liam! He just keeps getting cuter and cuter!

Hope all is well Toni. Wishing you a very happy and healthy new year!

Laura Marchant said...

Doesn't it pull your heart strings. My little girl will be 3 in March and she is just growing up overnight.