Since Tate is turning 2 on Sunday, I have been thinking a lot about him no longer being a baby. I have been reading my old posts from when he was born, watching old videos of him saying his first word and learning to walk and just been reminiscing.
Tonight, about an hour and fifteen minutes after I layed him down for bed, Tate woke up screaming. He NEVER does that. If he wakes up in the night, it is because he's sick or has a fever...period. So Sean comes charging up the stairs as I am already heading to his room. I knew he was going to be burning up, there's no other reason he'd wake up. So I walk into his room and he is standing in his crib, arms reaching for me. I pick him up and he lays his head on me and I soon realize he's not evenly slightly feverish. He's fine...aside from a poopy diaper. I am relieved. I changed his diaper, sit down in the recliner and he just melts into me. It was for a moment, like he was my baby again (well, except for the fact that he's 3 times larger). He snuggled in and started to snore (an awake snore...common for him). About 3 minutes later I whispered, "time to go to sleep" and he whispered back, "ni ni" and he leaned in for a kiss, I layed him down and he's been sleeping since. I don't know why he woke up, but I kinda liked it. :) I needed my baby back for a moment and I think he knew that.
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