Now he is six …
… and he is three.
Six.
Confident and settled at school.
Reading everything he can get his hands on and rolling his eyes every time I correct his pencil grip.
Sleeping on the top bunk.
Absolutely, totally and utterly obsessed with Lego.
Loving gymnastics.
Still measuring out his love in small doses of intense hugs, cheeky grins and firey meltdowns.
So grown up and still so little.
The one I find hardest to let go.
Three.
Full of funny miss-sayings and kooky faces.
A chatterbox, a clown.
Hating on all dinners unless the include dip.
Awesome fine motor skills thanks to Lego.
Sleeping in his own room, mostly.
Still closing his eyes to make the world disappear when he is shy or unsure.
My baby who is no longer a baby.
They aren’t really any different from last week when they were five and two, except that now they are six and three. In a few months the girls will be ten. Why does that number make me catch my breath?
Every year, every day, they slip a little further from my arms.
It’s what I want, and don’t want, all at the same time.
Being a parent can be so confusing.
I ask myself these very same things all the time. My girl will be 10 at Christmas time – I told her when she was 4 that she could get her ears pierced at 10, thinking that it was ages away, and now she is almost there! My boys are 7 (in a few weeks) and 5! Time goes so, so fast and there are some days I wish I could freeze the clock and enjoy having them close for one more day. Then there are others, that I think ‘WOW!’ I have done the hard toddler bit, I’m ready for the next exciting chapter with these incredible little people. Being a parent is all kinds of confusing sometimes! ;)
Your boys are incredibly cute btw!
I KNOW. Mine are now 9,8,6 and 2. The 9 & 8 year olds are branching out all over the place, bike riding out on the roads, going to the local shops without me, taking the public bus home from school. In one way it’s great, they are gaining independence, skills and an immense pride in what they can do by themselves. In another, my babies are growing up. The 9 year old has a ‘secret diary’ that we’re not allowed to go in and tells all her deepest secrets to the cat before she shares them with me when she used to blurt them to everyone. Its a hard adjustment for us to be sure.
The boys are adorable. Time goes by so fast. I can’t believe my daughter just turned 5.
Woah — does your six year old son happen to have a twin in Austria. I swear, I meet a boy that age at the bus station every day, who looks exactly like him, ;-).
So long,
Corinna
I totally agree, my eldest is now six and my youngest will be three on Tuesday! I was just saying to hubby yesterday “where have my babies gone” it’s very bitter sweet