All I have to say is, holy crud. When did Noah get to be such a big lug?
I’ve been holding him or carrying him around since he was minutes old.
And then…. BOOM. Suddenly he’s a big kid.
He turns four next month. I can hardly believe it. As fast as you scrolled through those pictures is as fast as those four years seem to have gone by for me. And I’ve been carrying or holding him a good percentage of that time.
Just lately though, he’s passed this point where he’s officially starting to weigh my arm down while I carry him. I’m finding myself asking him to walk more and more places.
Of course, he’s resistent to it most of the time. He doesn’t understand what his size has to do with anything, and to be honest… being able to carry him around is something I’m really going to miss.
I guess every parent has to go through this stage at some point, right? After all, I don’t see a lot of dads carrying around their 12-year-olds.
Then again, maybe I should push through the achey muscles. Imagine how huge my arms would be if I stuck with it until Noah graduated high school. I’d be the only dad carrying him to get his diploma.
Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
PS. When have been times that the speed at which time flies with your kids has really hit you?
Time seem to fly by yesterday when I just took my youngest into his new school for his kindergarten per-screening test. I have 2 boys my oldest being 10, but for the past 5 yrs I've had my baby with me except 2 days a week for preschool last year. My heart ached yesterday when they said he'd have a locker and all the big boy stuff. My oldest was always on go ever since he could walk. Him doing any new task/life event wasn't gonna be stopped by me, but my youngest has been my sidekick ... not sure how I'm going to feel a few weeks on that first day of school and their both off to school!?!
Right beofre their birthday I get a slap of "WTH". My youngest turns five in 11 days and I am COMPLETELY blown away by that. FIVE!! When did that happen??
the worst was when i brought him to school one day and he said to me. "mom you can stay here (in the car) i can go in by myself" i cried after i left. my baby didn't need me.
My son turned 18 not even 2 weeks ago. I cried. My baby is now an adult. I still remember pushing, screaming, dirty nappies.... and doing it all alone. I am only 36, twice his age. I was his age when I had him..... I miss him being my baby. :( Where did the time go? Where did my baby boy fly off to? You have my deepest hugs Dan.....
My little girl turns 4 in November. There are times when we are cuddling on the couch or she wants to sit in the big rocking chair in her room (a huge rarity since she stopped nursing) and I realise just how tall/long she's gotten. She flops her legs across mine and I can't contain her 'little' body with my arms on my lap anymore!!! It makes me so sad that she's getting so big and I hardly notice it and at the same time so happy that she's such a healthy growing little monster!!!
My youngest turns 4 in Aug. It seems like just yesterday that I was pregnant, then he was born, then crawling, then running, then clibing. lol It goes by in a blur
When my dad's mom and sister came up to visit us, we were at the state line, adn my aunt really wanted to see if I could sit on my dad's shoulder's for the shot like we did when I was 4. I was 18 for the last time that I sat on my dad's shoulder's.
When I was little, I also promised my dad that when I got married I'd sit on his lap. When I turned 21 I'd sit on his lap, when I was a Mommy I'd sit on his lap. I don't think I'll ever grow out of sitting on my dad's lap and feeling teh comfort it brings.
I was thinking about this the other day.. My son turned 15 in Dec. He's 6'2".. and 180 lbs. It seems like only yesterday I too was bearing his weight.. and I realize just how much I miss him being a "lil guy"... Not to mention my daughter who's not 13 and 5'4".. ohhhhhhh to go back in time ..if only for a minute..
OMG, I have this exact feeling every year my kids put up the christmas tree decorations. The decorations keep getting scarily close to the top. My 13 year old son, who when we started this tradition was 7. The amazing diffference, the "before" we had to do a lot more "midnight adjusting" after the kids were off to bed.
That space that was empty is now just sparsely populated with ornaments.
To the years I have left with the kids in the house to decorate the tree, I will cherish you.
I have cried every year.
I will cry every year,
Adoring Stepmomma of three
My daughter is the same size (actually weighs more) at 9 that my son weighed at 13, so I stopped carrying her as soon as she could walk fast enough to keep up with me. :)
I remember a folk tale about a boy on a farm who picked up his pet calf every day from the time it was born, and he could still pick it up when it was full grown. Maybe it would work?!? lol
I have a son who is now 20, and I thought he would be my only one (he now has a 9 year old sister) so I tried to keep him a baby as long as possible. I actually carried him from the car into the house, or from the couch to his bed when he fell asleep; until he was 11 years old!! I probably would have continued if his sister hadn't come along. lol
It's unbelievable how quickly they go from teeny-meenies to children. It's bittersweet, really. We get to watch them grow and nothing compares to that thrill. On the other hand...THEY GROW!!!!
Gosh it seems like Every day lately my daughter will run up to me and push her hair back from her face and yell "mamma. hewlp MOM! moe mill! peas mommy" when I could have sworn just last week she was learning how to pull her self up to standing. Two years sure do go by so much quicker than you would have ever imagined before these beautiful little children came to be!
What mythical character was it that lifted a calf every day until it became a full-grown bull?
But all three of my kids (all over 6 ft. now) got way too big way too fast to carry that much.
And time that came all too quickly? When they wanted to do things with their FRIENDS instead of with ME.
This is when I realized time had whizzed by: I thought it was yesterday that I was dragging my three little boys to my oldest son's speech and occupational therapy sessions. I would sit in a little room watching my son and the therapist through a one way mirror. My middle son was playing with the toys while I was nursing my youngest. Wasn't that yesterday? Today my oldest son, despite his special needs, lives on his own, works at a great job and is totally independent. My middle son has been married for three years and just graduated from university. My youngest is at university in his third year in bio-chemistry. What happened to yesterday???
The day my son didn't want me to kiss him goodbye when I dropped him off at school because "people will see!" was a day that broke my heart. I hope he comes back around to liking kisses goodbye soon. My daughter still likes kisses goodbye and waves to me when she gets on the bus. He is far too cool for both, and I figure she will be soon enough. It's a bummer and very cool all at the same time when they grow up.
When my son started school - "Oh no I'm a school mum now"
Then when he turned 10 - "eek double figures"
And now starting to feel it as he just turned 12 and starting Year 7 here in Australia which means high school next year, really not looking forward to that one - high school mum "oh i feel so old"
I have decided it is now time to press pause and stop him growing up any further or perhaps time to ask for a do over and start back at the day he was born :P
My husband proposed on Christmas, and our daughter was born in February.
The next Christmas, I could feel how it had been a year since he had proposed but not how it had been almost a year since she was born!
I've finally had to stop carrying my son around too! He's 6 (although small for his age) but I have a heart condition and was told to stop carrying him a long time ago. I've finally gotten to the point where I can't do it anymore! Makes me so sad. At least he still loves to snuggle and sit on me! I'm going to enjoy every second! I just never know when it will be the last time for me!
Yesterday. My youngest son is now seven and a half, and he weighs a very hefty 95 pounds. I don't really lift him anymore. Ever. At all. But yesterday I picked him up for old times' sake, and he hung on for dear life, to help me out. That lasted about 30 seconds. But last night, after bedtime, he came out of his room and asked for just one more cuddle. I let him climb up in my lap, and he somehow managed to make himself fit cozily enough that he fell asleep. It was like going back in time. My husband took a picture and then took our son back to bed. My arms felt totally bereft.
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Hey, don't feel bad. I've got 2 boys and one will be 4 in June and the other will be 1 next month!!!! I say a new born the other day and they looked so small compared to my boys, on the other hand the 3 yr old seems like he was just born. Now he uses sarcasm and everything. sheesh.
I went to the hospital the day my ex boyfriend became an uncle. A few weeks ago, I saw her again for the first time in a few years... OMG SHE WAS HUGE!!!! I saw her at a day old, and at almost 5 years old.... Incredible.
My son is 5 1/2, and still wants to be carried sometimes. That's hard to do when you have a 2 yr old diva that is hard headed just like her mama!! I will still carry him when I can, and he let's me "rocky" him every night before bed. Those are the times I will miss. And when he's super proud of himself for doing something, and I'm the first one he runs to for a hug.
I almost cried at work 2 weeks ago when he called me to tell me his tooth fell out at his grandma's house.
I always tell him I want him to be my little boy forever, and never grow up. He tells me he'll always be my little boy, but he does have to grow up and become an adult because he's eating his vegeatables and being healthy!
I talked about it in one of my very first blog posts: http://randerings.blogspot.com/2009/08/somewhere-...
I don't even want to think that far ahead! I'm 8months in and still can't get over the changes!! Slings are AMAZING to prevent aching arms
My son will be 4 in 2 months (less than actually). It's amazing how fast they grow up, and sad too. I just tell myself he'll NEVER be too big to cuddle...right?
My son is 5 now and still asks for me to carry him around sometimes when he's tired or upset. He's as tall and as big as an 8 year old though, so it pains me to have to turn him down sometimes. I don't think that it hit me just how old he had gotten until his first day of school this past August. Watching him get on that bus was honestly awful for me, and I've not been known to be a mushy person, even for a mommy. My daughter is 3 and currently still wants snuggles with me. Right now she's still my baby and I dread the day I wake up to find her older and needing me less. Its nice to see a dad have that kind of sentiment toward his son!
My oldest of three boys just turned 11 and it seemed one day he came down the hall from his room and he had grown 3 inches while he was in there, it was one of those BAM! moments. He still wants to sit on our lap when we watch a movie and gets his feeling hurt when we tell him he is too big, so now we settle for cuddling side by side on the couch. Starting last year I could not carry him to bed anymore when he fell asleep anywhere other than his bed because when I did pick him up his feet dangled at my shins and his upper body is almost as long as mine, now when he falls asleep somewhere that is where he stays. My middle son is 8 and he is not too far off from that himself.
My Alex is 10 and just about 5'2" (I'm 5'5"). He's all arms and legs, but still finds it necessary to fold himself all over me (especially when I'm trying to do something important). Funny thing is, when I have to carry him (like when he's too lazy to get himself off the couch, or he's busy sleepwalking and won't go where I'm telling him, or because he's decided he wants a piggyback), I've got strength enough. There are times when I can hardly life a rock, but if Alex needs lifting ... no problem. Our strength grows as our love for our kids grow. If he was an adult and he needed to be lifted out of the path of an oncoming truck, I am absolutely sure that I would be able to do it.
I've told my girls since they were just a couple years old that they aren't allowed to grow anymore, but they still do it dang it! That point of, "My baby is no longer a baby. Can I cry now?" usually hits around 18 months or so for me. I go to pick them up out of their bed and realize their bodies are so LONG. In the past that has been about the time that baby hunger hits. I'm not sure if it's because I'm single or because my last one was sooo colicky, but I didn't feel that hunger pang this go around. Maybe someday I'll hold another little one again, but for now I look at other people with infants and think, "What a precious baby... I'm so glad it's them and not me losing extra sleep at night."
It is really hitting me how time flies recently, my son turns 10 in a few months and he asked me for real estate for his birthday. I can't believe my little snuggly bug will be 10 soon and I also can't believe he wants a real estate investment so soon. I can't wait to see where his amazing life will take him, I just wish it wasn't taking him there so quickly.
My oldest started kindergarten. That's when it hit me. My youngest just told me that she's not LITTLE anymore...just small. Both moments were very poignant for me.
When have been times that the speed at which time flies with your kids has really hit you?
When my daughter started kindergarten, started middle school, and started highschool.
When my son started kindergarten.
And one that wasn't my kid, when my oldest niece (my older sisters' oldest kid) graduated high school, got married, and had her own kid.....damn I am old.
If it makes you feel any better, my 15 and 19 yr old will still crawl up into my lap. They are very heavy, but I don't let on....I eat up every minute of it.
It hits me how old they are getting when they ask to borrow the car to go to work, when they graduate (8th grade, high school...), when they clearly have better social lives than their dad or I.
I suppose it'll really hit me when they marry and have their own children....how surreal that'll feel!
I carry the proverbial "weight" of a sixteen year old, on my shoulders now. My niece is seven and the twins, my niece and nephew are six. They have long since been "easy' to carry, though they continue to stress my strength on a regular basis. The other night, instead of my niece begging me to hold her, she asked if I would come snuggle with her on the couch. I never tire of the request, even if my arms do, of holding my cherished loved ones. Here's to "holding" onto our 'big lugs', as long as we physically can. ;)
When we got the call about Jacob we were thrilled! We didn't expect a baby and we sure didn't expect one so tiny...4 lbs 9 oz. My husbands fist was bigger than Jacobs head! We carried him all the time. I was still carrying him a lot at 4 years old. He has always been small for his age so that helped with the carrying :) I think the time his growing up hit me the hardest was when he was 5. I was in the laundry room he came up to me and said "Mommy at my next birthday I will be six." I looked at him and said "no." He looked at me really strange and I thought about it and yes he would be six at his next birhtday. I honestly thought there was no way he was going to be 6, I guess that was why I said no.
Next month my tiny baby will turn 12! Just a couple of days ago I picked him up and snuggled him. Not for very long because he is 60 pounds now. Lucky for me is that he still wants to snuggle and sit in my lap. So far he has been small enough to do that....but I am thinking it won't be for very much longer. So I say YES!!!! Pick that boy up and carry him as much as your arms will let you!!
For me it was when my baby girl Marissa was wearing the clothes her big sister Jolie was wearing when their Dad and I got married last summer...Jolie was 2 then, and Marissa was 19 months when she started wearing them.
I realize it when he's sick, since that's the only time he still wants to snuggle. He just doesn't fit on my lap the way he used to, so snuggles now take some adjusting, but are absolutely worth it. He's only 6, but he's the size of most 8 or 9 year olds (tall ancestry), so for him it happened really, really fast.
I understand and sympathize!
I'm so thankful that my daughter is too big to be picked up now. She's almost 5. But my hands are busy with a baby now. I can't imagine both kids wanting to be picked up at the same time. I shudder just thinking about it.
I still attempt to carry my eight year old. I feel a little pathetic about that but hey he is my last baby.
Last summer we were at the pool for my younger son to take swimming lessons. We stayed for the open swim afterward, but there weren't many kids there yet the age of my older son (12 at the time). At some point I looked up and saw this blond teenager walking along the side of the pool and thought, "Where'd he come from?" Then I realized it was my older son. He had that older guy walk going on--sort of a leisurely lope--and his shoulders looked HUGE. *sob*
Now his voice is changing and he's almost as tall as I am, but he still calls me Mommy if his friends aren't around. :-)
I would wake up some mornings and say "excuse me - did you grow up last night." Some days there was just that big of a change.
I had a moment like that recently. My son turned 7 right after Thanksgiving. He is a VERY tall boy for his age but still looked like my baby with his baby face and most of his baby teeth (except for the two front bottoms...already grown in from losing them in Kindergarten). Well, right before Christmas, he lost 3 teeth in 5 days, one of them was the front top tooth. At that moment, he lost that baby look and now...he looks like a "kid". He is my one and only child so he will ALWAYS be my baby, but now, when we talk or when I just look at him, it really hits me that he is growing up WAY TOO FAST!