Gosh.

*insert long, drawn-out, and exaggerated sigh*

My hubby would classify this with what he lovingly calls, my Mommy Angst Posts.  It's true.  Mommy-hood comes with all sorts of angst.  Gasp!  But they grow up so quick.  One minute I want them to be older and more capable and the next I wish I could turn back time to when they couldn't talk back and they just smiled and cooed nonstop. 

Pretty soon my house will have completely outgrown coloring books and the thought makes me a bit blue.  It's been 11 years of pregnancy, newborns, diapers, car seats, spit up, bottles, binkies, cribs, crusty noses, fussiness, crayons, crawling, teething, rice cereal, bibs, sleepless nights, chubby cheeks, cuddly babies, slobber, sweet (albeit crazy) toddlers, blowouts and ear infections and I feel like we're coming to the end of an era.  

So... bring on the baseball games, braces, piano lessons, art clubs, band concerts, book reports, field trips and teenagers.

On the up side, Q accompanied me to go grocery shopping, fill up the van, and cash some checks today and was almost a perfect angel...so there are benefits to older kids.  And for the time being, I will soak in those last baby moments before they slip away completely.  Like when I lay down with Q for a nap and his chubby, squishy fingers play with mine and I can listen to his sweet toddler voice sing songs and tell me crazy stories.

 And at least I have pictures to go back and remember...