B is officially a "big boy". I didn't really have time to swallow that with E. She was kind of forced into big girl status the moment her baby brother was born. She was barely a baby herself, but she had to do things for herself because momma couldn't help her all the time. I had to start seeing her as a big girl because I needed her to walk from the car to the store. I couldn't carry the groceries and the baby car seat and her. She had to learn to stand right by momma in a busy parking lot because it takes time to load kids into a car. She had to learn to care for others and be compassionate, because there was a baby that needed her as a big sister. But this kid? It sneaks up on me. Because he doesn't HAVE to be a big boy. He chooses to be a big boy.
Those legs dangling from the kitchen chairs. His huge feet stuffed into his 2T sleeper that is already too small. I'm not sure that I'm ready to put away the high chair yet. So it sits in the corner, only being used at dinner (and because I need to buy more chairs for our table). I haven't been without a high chair for 3+ years. There was about 6 months of time where we had 2 of them in our TINY apartment kitchen. And now, I'm having to face to fact that in a few months, we won't need it at all anymore.
In order to stop the tears that are forming in my eyes right now, let's focus on the positive.
1. More space in my kitchen
2. I can pull it out again for the next baby
3. No more wiping yet another surface after each meal
4. One less thing for my children to drag around the house and drop in the middle of the floor for me to trip over
5. One less thing to sweep under/around.
I'm feeling better already. Mostly. At least I can still count on endless crumbs under his chair at each meal.
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