Memories

I'm feeling stressed. I want to remember everything. I want to remember the night when Roman (4) poked his face into the crack in our door at 9:45pm wearing a spiderman mask. I want to remember the dinnertime when Arianna (6) figured out the trick to "Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny Woops" before anyone else. I want to remember Marissa (9) saying there were just so many babies she was going crazy cuz she loves babies/toddlers so much. I want to remember Karina (21 months) laying her head on my chest and being goofy with me, trying to close her eyes.

But my memory is terrible. So I'm writing these things down, and taking zillions of pictures on my phone, and posting about everything on Facebook. So while I make 16 meals each day, and make comments about how much I want a wall of silence, I am acutely aware of how wonderful these years are and how much I'll miss them.

Will I forget what it feels like for a tiny toddler body to cling to me like a monkey when they don't want to let go?

Will I forget their giggles and goofy wild games on the living room floor?

Will I forget the wafting of pee-filled diapers coming from the diaper trash? (I hope so.)

Will I forget the scent of freshly washed toddler hair?

Will I forget how much I want to freeze time in these precious years, yet rush ahead to the less physically demanding years?

I already miss the baby days. And the toddler days are quickly passing. I'll never get them back. So I guess I'd better find a new favorite stage.

Easter 2015