When Did My Baby Turn Into One Of The “Big Kids?”

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Who is this big guy?

I woke up this morning and realized we had absolutely no plans, which almost never happens. Not that we are so busy and important, but we usually have some sort of outing or play date planned most mornings. After a week of going and going nonstop, it was nice to stay in our pajamas a little longer, and watch the rain fall knowing we had nowhere to be.

Cullen got up earlier than normal this morning, so after a few hours we were both itching for something new to do. I checked the schedule of my local Barre3 studio, and realized it was the perfect day for a workout for mama, and a round of playtime for Cullen. We headed down there in pouring rain, and Cullen happily trotted off toward the play kitchen, as I headed into the studio to get my butt kicked.

Sixty brutal minutes later, I came out to find Cullen happy as can be, and drenched in sweat from playing hard. He’s been there many times before, and usually I get a brief report when I pick him up to go. They tell me what he was up to and the funny things he said. But this time was different.  Class was actually really crowded today, and there was an unusually high number of kids in childcare – particularly, babies. There were at least four little ones that required holding, rocking, bouncing, and swinging. So of course, when class let out, those mamas were rushing in most quickly to see how their little ones fared.

As the childcare workers handed back the babes and gushed over how tiny and perfect they all were, I snatched up my giant toddler and hoisted him on my hip to leave. On my way out the door, I asked one of them “did he do okay today?” Her response was — “Oh he was great.  We had a lot of babies, so the big kids all kind of hung out in a corner together and played with crayons and things.” It took me a minute to process what she was saying, and then it hit me.

Cullen was one of the “big kids.” Cue the waterworks! How did that happen? But she was right. I looked around at all those itty bitty babies being propped up in chairs while moms pulled on boots and jackets. Some were passed out in car seats. Others were in one-piece pajamas. Cullen was in jeans and a sweatshirt, and was slurping water out of a straw while digging my phone out of the side pocket of my diaper bag. He was most definitely a big kid.

I also realized…I kind of like having one of the big kids. Especially with another little one on the way, I like that Cullen is more independent these days, and it’s so fun to be able to communicate with each other. I can’t wait to see this big kid become a big brother!

Article Posted 3 years Ago

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