But as you get older you kinda wish time would slow down a little.
It seems like only yesterday that I was 29 weeks pregnant with JP. In the blink of an eye JP is "all grown up". He has transitioned, quite easily, into a toddler bed, and Andrew and I have started discussing potty training strategies for this summer. We are also browsing through Pre-School pamphlets trying to find the perfect match for our active, curious little boy.
In the past two months his development has been in overdrive. He has gone from two word to five word sentences, and using new vocabulary words at an amazing rate. I suppose every parent thinks that their child is bright, but JP continues to amaze me with his ability to count objects (1-13), use verbs appropriately, identify colors (pink, gray, red, blue, brown, black, orange, yellow, green, ad purple), and name letters of the alphabet (A, B, O, M, S). I suppose that is to be expected from a 2 year old that likes to snuggle up and fall asleep with his books. The plain fact of the matter is that I am not ready for him to grow up just yet. Sure, I won't miss changing his diapers, (potty training is a step I'm ready to take), but I'm not quite ready to lose this wide eyed, happy, curious, trusting little person.
So - here were are again, just a few short weeks from welcoming our daughter into the world. I'll be the first to admit that I am not a big fan of being pregnant, especially this time around. At 7 months I'm as big as I was when I gave birth to JP. I can't see or reach my feet anymore, which makes putting on shoes fairly difficult, and I've all sorts of odd aches and pains that I never experiened with JP. Despite all tha, despite the desire to meet my daughter, despite the anticpation of seeing JP's face when he meets his sister, despite the enjoyment of watching her smile for the first time..... I'm oddly content right now to let time slow down, so I can enjoy today.

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