Kids really do say the dardest things. It amazes me every day when Munchkin will come up to me and say complete sentences (she's 25 months). Yesterday, it was "Mom, sit on couch, watch ball and play iPad?" ("ball" is what she calls a program called Word World that she watches every day). Today she said to me, very matter-of-factly, "Mom, I ready to go moon." I responded and asked where the moon was. She then looked out the window and said "Moon not outside." So we postponed our moon trip for another day.
This girl, knows all her letters by sight and can do a pretty darn good job at singing the ABC's too. She's counting to 15 (though 14 and 15 sound the same as 13, I still give her credit). Where did my little baby go?? I guess I still have Squishy, but even she's growing up too fast for my liking.
Before I know it, both my girls will be in high school and I'll be fighting them on what to wear (or what not to wear) instead of fighting them to take a nap or eat the rest of their vegtables. While I am excited to see them grow into mature, responsible adults, it still scares the crap out of me to think that I'm responsible for how they turn out (well, half responsible...Hubby isn't getting out of this).
Am I yelling too much? Not hugging enough? Do we need to play together more? Should I give in and let her watch more TV? There's just so many choices we have to make for them. Seems like it would have been easier to just get a goldfish.
But I know I wouldn't be as happy with a goldfish. Goldfish can't cuddle or give kisses. They don't let out a little toot and then look utterly surprised by it. I love my girls more than life itself and I would do absolutely anything to make sure they are happy and safe.
This sort of turned into a rambling, but as I was sitting here playing on the floor with Squishy, it just got me thinking about how quickly the grow and how much I think we all wish they would stay little forever. :)