This week’s featured blogger is one who writes from the heart. Please welcome Angela from Tiaras and Trucks.
He rested in the curve of my elbow, his hair sweet smelling in the nook under my chin.
Five months old, easy with his grins and gurgles and eyes wide open.
Five months old, utterly content in his fleece-blanketed bouncy seat but eager to be held at your hip, part of the conversation and the action at adult height.
Five months old. Almost nineteen months younger than my baby.
Spending three days and three nights with ten adults and seven kids, ranging from six years to five months, meant there were always climbers to stop, snacks to dole out, and babies to pass around like snuggly, smiling candy.
Abbey was thrilled to traipse around the house with two friends, playing dolls and scattering Polly Pockets and beads all over their “treehouse,” the loft at the top of our rented house.
Dylan made up half of the Dynamic Duo, running around with his recently-turned-two buddy, pushing trucks and scaling various pieces of furniture.
Even bedtime went smoothly.
Chilled wine sat in my glass at New Year’s Eve dinner, kids off playing after an earlier meal, and I realized things are shifting in our lives, that some of the difficult parts of having two very young children are fading into the past.
Nursing and pureed food and sippy cups with countless parts are memories.
Hopefully 2012 will be our last year of diapers.
Abbey is morphing into a little teacher, coaxing Dylan into her pretend games and helping with his socks and shoes, though there are still moments of frustration and sibling battles over important toys like old buttons or Mommy’s favorite scarf, dragged from the closet without permission.
Sipping Vouvray, I realized our lives, in some ways, are getting easier.
I should have felt elated, and perhaps accomplished, like I feel when I hit a certain point in a race, knowing I have hit my stride, turning up my music and enjoying the beat and the smiles of the runners around me.
But instead I remembered the feel of five months perching weightlessly on my arm, meeting my eyes in a wide, toothless grin.
The days of curling my babies into my arms and creating a universe of contentment on my hip are gone.
Each day that passes leads me from those moments into a time when they seek my arms mainly when their tears have already begun.
Their moments of contentment are busy and fun and perhaps leaning against my side to have a book read before running off to something new.
This phase is glorious; I could spend hours listening to Abbey meander through her imaginative adventures with the fictional Mit the Mouse or watching Dylan’s dinosaurs oversee his construction trucks.
But tears pricked at the back of my eyes, blinked back before falling.
For more than a moment I wished I could live my life in a split screen, moving through their childhoods into their own future adventures while keeping them safe and warm and under twenty pounds in my arms.
But instead I sang an extra song at bedtime, made sure their turtle nightlight was projecting the moon in a place Dylan could easily see, and softly closed the door before walking back to the laughter of our friends.

What a perfect way to end this post. I feel this way about my son often.
Aw, thank you. There’s something so sweet about that moment right before they go to sleep.
Gorgeous.
Thank you! I appreciate it.
I know I have a baby on the way, but I’ve thought about how you’re feeling right now, often. Yeah, I’m my own killjoy. I know this is going to be my last baby, and yes, that makes me sad. I hope I can embrace all the beautiful moments the baby will give me, and still enjoy my firstborn’s toddler antics, with no regrets.
So glad to see you here, Angela.
That is what I am trying to do, too, enjoy both of them so much. I think no matter how many you have, there’s always a little part that wants to hold onto those first, baby moments and months, when they are so snuggly and don’t ever tell you no 😉
Thank you so much for having me here, Shell! I know I am not the only blogger who appreciates having PYHO to spill my thoughts, and you have always been so generous with your blogging wisdom. xo
Angela, it’s great to see you here this morning. The bittersweet emotions you express here are so achingly familiar to me. But then again, you and I operate from the same wavelength, I think : )
I think so, too 🙂 I love watching them grown and change and become their own little people, absolutely, but one day they won’t want to sit on my lap. And that’s a little sad, too.
Angela, I’m so happy to see you here! I know this feeling all too well. I love watching my children grow and learn, but many days I miss all of those firsts.
Oh thank you 🙂 There are still firsts, right? Like the first time they ask for the car? Oh geez.
I keep thinking that 2012 might be the year that my house is diaper free . . . and then I think that I’m not sure I’m actually ready for the fact that, well, a diaper-free house means that the kids are actually growing up.
Wonderfully written, Angela.
No diapers by the end of 2012! Let’s do this. And then lament over the fact that our underwear-wearing kids are getting so big 😉
~~For more than a moment I wished I could live my life in a split screen, moving through their childhoods into their own future adventures while keeping them safe and warm and under twenty pounds in my arms~~
Stunning. This sentence describes how several of us feel. Xx
I’m glad to know I’m not the only one with mixed feelings about them growing up in front my eyes!
I know just how you feel.
I’m glad you had such a good New Year’s though.
I don’t think anyone prepared me for the bittersweet emotions involved in this parenthood gig, not that I am complaining. And thank you 🙂
Angela, That New Year’s celebration truly was perfect and the way you put it into words…even better. I had tears at the back of my eyes that fell quickly too while reading this. Time is precious but it is OUR time and you captured it beautifully!
Hi Shell! Love Angela! As usual I found her through your blog. You are in the company of many good people!
Hi Kristen! Thank you for the kind words. I love that PYHO brings people together; Shell attracts such lovely people.
I did love that cuddly stage. My son would have stayed curled up all day long, providing I attached him to at least one boob before going on to other tasks.
D still comes over just to give hugs and snuggles, and it is so sweet. I wish I could bottle it and save it for later 🙂
Oh, I feel that little ache, that gentle tug of the heartstrings each night when putting my “big boy” to bed. They change so quickly, and I wonder if I blink he will be a teenager.
Lovely. Happy New Year.
Can we still put them to bed when they’re teenagers? That’ll be ok, right? Right?
I can so relate.
My friend who is a teacher reminded me that JK registration started at the end of this month. My son, my baby will be starting school in Septemeber and I am devastated. Seriously. It’s like everyday I have to hog him to myself because before I know it, I won’t be the center of his universe. Gah…
This is beautifully written by the way
Oh thanks so much 🙂 We are considering enrolling D in a 2 1/2 year old preschool program, which we didn’t do with Abbey. There will be many tears when I send him to school, whenever it happens.
And I’m sitting here bawling. As a mom of 4, now an empty nester, I wish I could go back, back to the times we would go to the library and need a rolling crate to carry all the books out. Back to the time when we would snuggle up to read a chapter out of our ongoing book. Back to sitting at the softball field for hours watching their games. Sometimes I even miss their messes.
Enjoy them while their young, even when they drive you batty.
Bernice
I didn’t mean to make you cry! I will try to drink up as many as these moments as I can. Even the batty ones 🙂 It’s all flying by so quickly.
You made me realize that 2012 could be our last year of diapers too. Wow. And you captured the way I feel every day. I can’t wait until you can put on your own shoes, but don’t grow up so fast!
Yes, that, too! Shoes. Now my daughter helps him get ready, and even that makes HER seem so old.
Just beautiful, Angela.
These days pass so quickly, don’t they?
But, knowing you as I do, you will never look back and think that you took any of it for granted.
Because you’ve been present…for the big and the small moments.
xoxoxo
Thanks Nichole! I like to think I try to be present, but it can be difficult sometimes in the day to day. I hope that the little moments each day really add up and imprint themselves on their hearts, the way they’ve imprinted onto mine.
I struggle here. So loving the moments I am in and missing the moments that were… all while looking for the ones on the way.
this was wonderfully written
Thank you 🙂 There’s such a balance to be found between past, present, and future with kids. It’s all bundled together in their little selves, and I want to remember it all. Every day.
Beautiful!! It’s nice to hear someone with really little children reflect on how wonderful it is, while IN it. 🙂
Well, catch me around dinner-preparation time 😉 I’m sure I could provide the flip side of this post. (I do appreciate their littleness so much, though, kidding aside.)
Angela, this is so lovely, so touching. Having those moments frozen in time are so special and so needed as you watch them grow up. This brought a tear to my eye as nostalgia swam over me with my own frozen memories.
Thank you so much. Part of what I love about blogging is having these snapshots frozen, so that I can comb through them like a photo album.
Oh boy. I can so relate to this, Angela. In every respect. Soon we will be a diaper-free and tiny sippy cup-free household. While I look forward to the new stages being easier I also mourn the fact that I might never hold a newborn in my arms and nurse them to sleep. It is tricky to navigate the new with the old. I just try to be happy for the little men that they’re becoming. And know that I helped shape them and will continue to do so.
p.s. YAY for the feature 🙂
Thanks for the Yay! I’m so happy to be here.
I do love seeing their personalities take shape and watching them navigate the world. I will have a niece or nephew soon; hopefully that will help with the holding and the snuggles.
Yep– so can relate. There is something nice and closing about moving past that stage and knowing that my family is complete- but every once in a while when I notice how much older my baby is looking or take an out-grown piece of clothing out of his closet to donate- those little moments my heart skips a beat.
Dylan’s hair is getting so long, bu I am dragging my feet about cutting it. I know when I do he is going to look like such a little boy, and I want to hang onto the baby curls as long as I can.
That image of the split screen is so apt. I feel the same way. Longing for moment of the past, while loving the present.
And being aware of the moments. Always.
It’s a good idea, right? The split screen? Silly but so fitting 🙂
Oh yes. The older my two get the more I want to hang on to the baby side of them. The other day I asked my three year old, “Are you momma’s baby?” Normally he says no, that’s he’s a big boy, but this time he looked at me and read my heart and replied, “yeah… but not a little one.”
Oh, I love that. “But not a little one.” That’s fine, Dylan doesn’t have to be a little baby, just my baby 🙂
Ah, yes. That feeling I know SO well. You captured it beautifully. Good to see you here!
Thanks Missy! I’m pretty honored to be sharing Shell’s space today 🙂
True story. I find myself in the same place, and am so reluctant to say good bye to those years…
I am sure that I’ll eventually feel like that about so many of their stages, but there’s something about the baby years that’s hard to let go of.
Awww! This was so sweet, and so well written. I often lament the contradictory feelings motherhood brings. On one hand you are utterly in love and the other you need a break; you would die for your child and you could wring their little necks. And their growing….you feel pride and sadness at the same time. Jeez!
You’re right, there are so many contradictions in our emotions. Always the love, of course, but so many backs and forths.
When I read a post like this, it makes me appreciate our decision to start trying for a second. I love my first so much, but I don’t know if I’m quite ready to give up on one more little moment of babyhood.
We’re so done, but there are still moments when I long for a third. Of course, if I had a third, I’d probably feel like that about a fourth…then a fifth…;) Good luck with your growing family!
What a beautiful way with words Angela has. Thanks so much for introducing me to her… there is such an overwhelming serenity about this post… It makes me think that the best is yet to come 🙂
XOXO
Thank you for the kind words; I really appreciate it. Not all of my days with these crazy kids are close to serene!
So Beautiful! I often look at my boys who are now 7,6 and 5, and wonder where the time has gone? Yes life is easier, but I miss them as babies soo much!
So I’m always going to miss this baby stage? Boo hoo 🙁
So incredibly beautiful..written by a favorite lady. xo
Thank you so much Tracy! xo right back to you 🙂
That was so sweet! Now I don’t have anything funny to add. Which, as you know, is hard for me.
There’s humor here, somewhere…
You could bring up that one day I will be buying diapers again. Only I might be the one wearing them.
Of course! How did I miss the obvious diaper joke?
I’m so disappointed in myself.
Tsk, tsk.
How absolutely precious Angela. Every word and feeling depicted, vividly paints the picture for all mothers and their babies. Memories that we will cherish forever. Their baby soft skins, no doubt, will thicken as they mature and we wish we can protect them forever. Thank you for this tender post.
You’re welcome 🙂 And thank you for the kind words. Yes, protecting them is so important and so hard to do, really.
what a wonderful post! I have a 9 month old and a five year old. They grow up WAY too fast!
It’s pretty crazy how quickly the time goes by. Everyone talks about that, but until I started living as a mom, I didn’t really understand.
This was so sweet.
Thank you so much!
Thank you so much 🙂
Oh, wow. How beautiful and utterly true. Especially this: “For more than a moment I wished I could live my life in a split screen, moving through their childhoods into their own future adventures while keeping them safe and warm and under twenty pounds in my arms.”
A split screen. That’s exactly what I wish for but never had the words to describe it. Thank you for a beautiful post!
Well, thank YOU for reading it and relating to it. I appreciate your kind words very much.
You just wrote what is in my heart and on my mind almost daily. Seems like we’re at the same stage of life with our children. It’s wondrous and a little painful with realization that they’re growing fast. So fast.
And I do the same thing with my little one’s Twilight turtle – he loves to see the moon.
Such a beautiful, heartfelt post.
Oh, they’re little twins with the moon, huh? I love that he doesn’t even really care what color it’s on, as long as he can see the moon.
there are so so so so many times I actually long for those baby moments. Just for one more day…But then I see my boys play together, not needing me for every single thing. Of course they will still want things from me, but they don’t NEED me to be there everything.
Great words, girl. Incredible.
A time machine, where we could use it to return to the baby stage for one day each year. That’s what someone needs to invent. That shouldn’t be hard, right?
It really is bittersweet watching them get bigger. I love how my kids are at the ages they are (7&9) but a part of me mourns the late night cuddles & nursing. I find myself wanting to give chubby babies who don’t belong to me a little squeeze. Sigh. On the other hand… I love not knowing ANYTHING about my kids current bowel habits 🙂
Giggling so hard at your bowel movement comment.
I am going to be the woman at the mall, waiting to pick up my teenagers and gawking at all the babies 🙂
Hi sweetie….and I know how you feel. I felt every snuggle and wisp of “wishing for that time again” with you. In my case, I didn’t even have time to savor it or sink down into it..because I was always just juggling one or the other and wishing for no diapers and kiddos that were a little less “needy”.
sometimes when one of the boys is curled against me or talking to me…singing me a song or acting out a play for me..I wish for that…I sigh with the revelation that that brief time is over and my hip is empty too….
yep, felt it all with you…something else we can DISCUSS at Blissdom right??? xoxo
I can’t imagine how hard it would be to do the baby/early toddler stage with two. They ARE so needy and require so much energy and attention. I already feel like I’m in a bit of a haze, and there’s only one of him.
We are going to be chatting all night, I just know it.
Life is all about kids and seeing them grow. Its great when the little one give a look of joy.
Yes, when they are just so excited and thrilled with life. It’s contagious.
So sweet! Mine are 3 & 7. This is making me want another baby. Badly.
Shhh, no! You’re supposed to tell me that yours are 3 & 7, and it’s much better than the baby stage 😉
So lovely, Angela. I know how much you already soak it all in.
xo
Thanks Cheryl xo
I do try. Even the moments like the one tonight, where I soaked half of their bath water into my previously dry socks 😉
I know it will not mean much, but it does get easier. Memories will be remembered with smiles & laughter instead of tears.
Promise.
Xo
I believe you. I do.
There are just moments where I wish I could press pause and just soak every inch and breath of them into my memories, so that I can really, truly remember these days.
I sometimes worry that I will look back and only remember a caffeine-tinted haze of days!
Aw, Angela, you just brought tears to my eyes. I wish my baby days weren’t over yet, but I am also enjoying some of the independence that comes with older kids.
Wonderful post!!
XO
Thanks Jen. There really is a give and take there; it’s nice to be able to run out without an aresenal of supplies or to let them play in their playroom without continual supervision. But still, that baby smell…
Your writing is beautiful – even if I’ve never been much of a baby person myself. The moment I get them in my arms they cry. I think they can tell that I’m nervous I will do something wrong.
Well, thank you! I’m pretty sure my husband held a baby one time before ours came along 🙂
Swoon! This was perfectly written and so beautiful!
Thank you so much Natalie 🙂 It’s always lovely to see your smiling face!
I love (and understand deeply) every single word of this.
Every. Single. One.
I have said (through every stage) THIS is the best age. And then again when they’ve moved into the next phase I’ve said, “Now wait. THIS. I love this the most.”
And it’s always true.
And yet.
I miss my babies. I miss every phase and stage and age. I want access to all of it always.
That’s what makes the memories so precious. Because they are simply memories. And I can’t have it back.
So yes. I try to appreciate each moment that is rather than longing for what was.
But I long.
Oh how I long.
Julie, you always know just what to say to let me know that you hear and understand what I’m saying while reminding me that there will always be something lovely on the horizon. It is a little surreal to me that today Dylan turned two. Where have those 700+ days gone?
I know there are some that would disagree, but few mothers don’t have moments like these… where you remember and wish…
I know there are crazy moments, too, with them so young. And there are so many wonderful things about watching them grow. There’s just something about the sweetness of babies…
Love this post! Really captures the feelings you go through as the kids move on to different phases. I Mine range from 17 down to 6 and I am often catching myself noticing the way my younger kids are moving into stages that my older kids have left behind and how I feel about that.
It must be fun to see them go through each stage like that. Mine are pretty close together (23 months apart,) so now that my son is two, they seem to be in similar place in some ways.
How fabulous that your kids will one day read this and know how much they mean to you. Well said, Angela.
Oh, thank you! I hope so. Or they’ll say, “Mom, you are such a dork!” 🙂
I get this. Even with the new baby, my son isn’t my baby. And I miss that. But love who he’s becoming.
Great post, Angela.
Thanks Natalie. I remember bringing Dylan home, and suddenly Abbey just seemed so grown up. There was such a tine of sadness to that.
I love t his post. They grow up way too fast!
Sandy
Don’t they? We were chatting about kindergarten today. What is THAT about?
Awww such a precious post. Makes me wish my son have a little brother or little sister 😀
Thank you Maureen 🙂 Siblings can be a cool thing 🙂