“Pink button…pink button…pink button…pink button…BELLY BUTTON!” Every time Hannah wears these pajamas, we start at the top button and work our way down, ending with me tickling her. It’s one of those cute little rituals that started out on a night she was whining, and I was trying to get her to calm down, but it has morphed into something that we both look forward to on the nights she chooses these PJs.
These are the little things I’m trying to record. Sure, I have the baby books filled out with the first steps and the teeth and the eighty-five pictures from the days surrounding their births. But it’s these things that I want to look back on. The little everyday happy moments.
Because Hannah no longer says “Sha sha” when she means “excuse me”, or answers every food related question with “happysauce” (applesauce). And I know there will come a time when my banister is no longer lined with little party dresses, drying after the latest load of laundry.
I read a post recently about how hard parenting is in this stage. And it rang so true for me. Especially this part at the end:
“This is the stage of life where every single older person you ever meet tells you, ‘you’re going to miss this’. And you already know it’s true.”
I just need to make sure I remember it.
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