I may complain a little about having a toddler, or two toddlers back to back. It’s my own fault, really. I mean, wait. It’s my husband’s fault, too, right?
We had our kids two years apart, which meant ostensibly that we’d have to endure the toddler period for five solid years in a row. Maybe it’s six years, really.
So, while I feel I’m warranted in my complaining, don’t get me wrong. I love my toddler(s) to pieces, and believe it or not, I’ll miss them when they’re no longer toddlers (or so people tell me).
Here are the things I will miss most when my youngest toddler becomes a big boy.
What will you miss?