Babykins is not a baby anymore.
My ‘baby’ can almost keep up with his brother and sister on his scooter.
He knows how to operate the hose in Grandma’s greenhouse. More importantly, he can water the plants without watering himself.
He can make himself understood and ask questions. His speech may not be terribly clear but we can all understand it when he says “I will” with such determination.
More importantly, since Easter, his sleep habits have changed. I hardly dare to say it but he is sleeping all night, in his own little bed.
Growing from a two year old into a three year old is quite a thing to do. There are so many changes along the way. My baby gets stronger and more confident every day.
But he’s always going to be my baby, whatever.
Sleep, I miss it. Actually, what I miss is uninterrupted sleep. I know babies need to wake in the night. I know that it’s normal toddler behaviour to want to cuddle up to your Mum. I know all the logical stuff about kids and sleep. But really, ENOUGH!
I long for consistent bedtimes and a soundly sleeping child but I don’t think that’s going to happen anytime soon. Babykins is testing my reserves as a mother. Most of the time I can cope but this week I’m ready to throw in the towel. Time to pass the responsibility to The Husband for a night or two. In the meantime I will keep this image in my head.
There’s nothing in life as perfect as a sleeping child.