Over the last five years, I awaited each developmental milestone with giddy anticipation, and I just as excitedly retired them, without even one smudge in the baby book.
Longwinded bedtime routine.
Asking for everything with variations of the sound "uh."
Don't let the door hit you in the ass.
Yeah, it's so adorable, when it's not your kid. In your ear. All the time.
It seems as though by the time you're actually able to sit back and appreciate the now adorable memories of their squash covered faces and marker wall drawings, they've adopted more skills, usually ten times more dangerous, that require all of your attention. Well, at least if you want them to make it through toddlerdom with all their appendages in tact.
But when my little Margot started to walk on a regular basis last week, I found myself stopping to watch her few last crawls across the floor.
And much to my surprise, without even thinking about, I said it.
And I meant it.