A month ago my boy Hen and I went on a date for Valentines Day.
A month ago.
A month ago?
I may as well have been yesterday.
Yesterday I got home after a long day at work and I was dreaming about a steamy hot shower, some tunes and 15 minutes to myself.
My little water baby had other ideas and threw a fit when he heard me turn the shower on but didn’t invite him to join me. Screaming baby on the other side of the door? Not so relaxing, so we took our shower together.
Usually he showers with Josh because I like my water hot enough to melt the flesh off my bones, so it;s been a while since I held a squiggly wriggly little guy in the shower. He has grown so much! Sometimes I don’t notice, but in the shower his shoulders seemed so broad and his torso seemed so long. His little baby legs are gangly boy legs now. He was so heavy that my arms were hurting and the weight of him on the bump was making his brother kicking mad inside. It was very uncomfortable, but he didn’t want me to put him down and I didn’t really want to put him down either becasue…
I suppose any day now could be the last day he wants me to hold him in the shower, enjoying the warm water together, foreheads touching, looking out the window.
Any day now he’ll be too big for mama to hold him, lift him, wear him, pick him up.
And soon enough he’ll have a needy infant competing for his attention.
I want to enjoy every minute together, while he is still my littlest baby.