Last week as I was counting with the other children for something, a little voice chimes in and beats us all, "figh" (five) and then again, "aaaa (long a sound) ... T" (eight). The little stinker, she's my baby she's is not allowed to count!! Later that same day while we were having pajama race for bedtime I am counting again and this time she plugs in "fo" (four), "ni" (nine), and "ten" (she loves her (n) and (s) sounds :).
If that wasn't bad enough, we are in the school room dutifully doing school work yesterday and who starts in with A B C D E F G, everyone else joined in and she stayed right with us through "next time won't you sing with me", including our little melody change we do as a family at the end. While I admit it's cute, it's just not fair. (Imagine me lying on the floor kicking and screaming) IT'S NOT FAIR, IT'S NOT FAIR, IT'S NOT FAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Knowing she's our last makes it awful that she is doing these things. Who wouldn't be excited about their 19 month old counting and saying ABCs? Me, that's who! I don't want her to grow up; I'll even change diapers forever if I can keep her at this stage forever. Okay, there are some things I could live without; playing in the toilet, opening doors (Addie barriers as they are called here), running away from me when I call her, eating and tearing apart books, throwing everything she can sneak by me in the garbage, and many many more endearing things. I would still rather keep her this way; she brings so much light and joy to our family with her wonderment of life.
Ahh well, I am not sad enough to have number five, so I guess I'll be okay :)
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Oh my goodness, I feel your pain! That may sound silly since my baby is only 10 weeks old, but I just noticed yesterday how long and round he has gotten in the last little while and it breaks my heart. I want him to always fall asleep in my arms and smile at my songs and giggle when I clap his hands together. Growing up is so sad for the mom!
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