Like this morning, when I tried to walk into his bedroom and I heard, "No mommy, don't come in here 'til I done changing." At least he walked out of his room wearing a purple windbreaker pants and his shirt inside out with the tag sticking up under his chin. If he would have paraded out in a perfectly coordinated ensemble, I may have just started crying (I'm hormonal like that these days.)
Then, there was the day when I was out in the front yard weeding and Riley waltzed out, handed me the phone and said, "Tata's (grandpa) on the phone for you." And he really was. I didn't even know Riley knew how to answer the phone, though I guess it's time to stop underestimating him.
And, at three-years-old, he's already telling me exactly how he wants his hair combed: "NO mommy, not dat way. I want it stickin straight up in the air like daddy's." Which, on a side note, is easy enough to do these days now that Riley is sporting a new and much shorter do. And why, you may ask, is he sporting a new and shorter do? Sam and I were refinishing a desk and Riley wanted to help. So we gave him his own little board to paint with and all was well until we heard, "Yook mommy. I cowored my hair."
Let me give you another glance to make sure you caught the full effect.
Anyway, enough digression. Let me get back to the point of this post. Give me just a second to remember what it was. Oh, yeah. With a new baby almost here and Riley well on his way to mini-adulthood, I've been fretting. I'm just not sure how I'm going to handle the fact that while Riley will always be my baby, he just isn't a baby anymore. And that fact will be glaringly obvious once the new 7 or 8 pound something ounces McMurry makes his way into the world.
So any of you out there with wise advice to help me handle this transition, I want to hear it now. How did you handle changing the status of your first born from one-and-only baby to big brother?
8 comments:
I think it's going to be heinous.
Glad I could help.
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Your advice brings me great comfort.
I don't really have any advice, however for me it was fun to see them grow up but at the same time it's sad in a way.
Lacey this is Adam VT, your blog is hillarious. I read every post. Yes that's right it took me a couple of hours. It was way good to hear from you. I look forward to checking your blog often. Sorry I don't have any advice for your current situation, my daughter is only 15 months old. Good luck.
Adam
It was my perspective during the time I had kids that indeed I was going to have 8 of them but none of them were going to get older than 5...it just couldn't happen. I have news for you and mostly me...my baby is 28 years old and my real baby is 12! Where did it all go? What happened to 8 five year olds?
My first baby, at two years old, came to visit us in the hospital when his baby brother was born and I looked at my oldest boy and then back down at the tiny little thing in my arms and realized the two-year old wasn't a baby anymore. He grew up that fast. They do, you know, all of a sudden, when the next one's born.
Jeff just became a big brother instantly. He throws away baby diapers, gives Nate his passy, and trys to play swords with his infant brother. He just stepped up into big-brotherhood. Even though he isn't my baby anymore, there are times when Nate is asleep that Jeff loves to just cuddle and be the my little guy.
I'm with ya...at least we will have eachother to lean on through this. =) haha.
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