The other day I realized that sweet Thomas boy is no longer a baby and at some point he has turned into a little boy. He is even asking for a kiss when he falls then continuing to play (this is one of my favorite milestones – when not every fall is the end of the world). Today he is 18 months old…I feel like that’s a big one. 18 months, I just can not believe it. I know people say this all of the time, but wow does time fly. I’ve always had mixed emotions on time moving so quickly when it comes to the kids. Thomas was a difficultish baby – he wanted to be held non-stop. For real, non-stop…he wouldn’t even nap without being held…which we let happen for an embarrassingly long-time. Somedays I felt like I held him all day long (I probably did). With these difficult days I would find myself daydreaming about him turning one, then two – so I could get something, anything done. Now that he’s getting much easier and more independent it makes me a little sad that my baby is a baby no more.
Though still quite the mama’s boy, he’s also funny and adventurous, often bordering on fearless – he is such a boy. Having Lila first and being a girl myself, I was surprised at how natural it is for a boy to be a boy. Thomas likes to throw everything, build and knock-down everything, wrestle & tackle, turn anything into a car, truck or plane, & tooting is hilarious. As it turns out, boys are way different than girls, who knew. While I couldn’t wait for this little boy to “grow up”, I’m surprised how fast it’s happening.