I find myself using the word "just" a lot lately. I'm just wondering; I just wanted to let you know; I was just; Did you just; How does Mischief keep losing just one sock...you get the picture.
In the midst of all the justs it struck me that my boys are just growing up too fast. The world is just spinning and spinning and I'm on a treadmill set to high speed trying to keep up with it...and in the meantime I'm missing things. We're always so busy working or "doing something" or watching T.V. And I find that the more I try to keep up and the more I try to please everyone, the more I wish I could just get off the ride.
With Mischief already being ten & a half months, this resonates particularly loudly. I don't remember everything Mayhem did and said or EXACTLY what he looked like at this age. I remember bits and pieces, and I remember more when Mischief does similar things (like losing only one sock), but I don't remember everything. And it kills me. It kills me that I KNOW when Mischief is 4 I won't remember every instant of ten and a half months. I won't remember EXACTLY what this precious voice sounds like at this age because I don't remember EXACTLY what Mayhem's sounded like.
That's just great...now I've made myself cry.
God I hate sentimental mode.
I guess it's time to break out the video camera and go on a video spree.
So now that I've made myself cry...it reminds me that, speaking of remembering, there are a few words that Mayhem says that will just (there...there's my "just") kill me when he stops saying. He has just a slight lisp. You know, the adorable preschooler lisp that kids tend to grow out of as they get older. A few of my favorites are:
Lemonlade (lemonade)
Spikely (spiky)
Tuh-tumputer (computer)
Dowt (Scout, our dog)
Tooties (cookies)
As I remember...or he says...more, I'll post them.
In the meantime, I have a sock to find.
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