“I’m feeling sad” I call out to James from Griffin’s room. “Because you are packing up Griffin’s clothes he has outgrown again?” he responds. ” Yes” I answer sounding defeated. James responds again. “I would think all that organization trumps feeling sad about Griffin outgrowing his clothes.” “I would rather have a house completely disorganized than have the boys grow up” I say. I then quickly add (before James darts to the liquor cabinet in anticipation that I will say I want a third baby) “Don’t worry. I could have ten children and I would still feel this way. I just do not want Nolan and Griffin to grow up.”
I know I have written about this before, but I just cannot shake it. I feel so sad they are growing so fast. I told James yesterday that we only have a little more than four months before Griffin will no longer take a bottle. Unbelievable! Very soon Griffin will be crawling. His first real steps towards independence. He sits in a high chair, holds a sippy cup (sort of) and needs the straps adjusted on his already “big boy” car seat (the same car seat Nolan has). He is nearing one.year.old. It is just too much!
Nolan continues to grow by leaps and bounds too. This week he wrote “Happy Birthday Ms. Paula. Love, Nolan” on the inside of a card for his teacher. I think I stared at the card for a good several minutes in disbelief for the mere fact that when did this happen? My baby writes in his own cards! Nolan and I used to have this “thing” where I ask him who he is going to marry and he proudly answers “MOMMY!” Lately he has been talking about his wedding and wearing a tuxedo and shiny shoes; however, he no longer says he will be marrying me, but one of the girls in his class. He has been talking about how pretty Hannah Montana is. It crushes my heart that the innocence is wavering.
