Tonight I read Goodnight Moon for the one millionth time. Give or take a few. It feels like a million times but, I still love it. I love the rapt attention it holds -- over our two year old triplets today and our four and six year old before them. One of my favorite things is reading one page and letting them fill in what follows...
ME: Goodnight comb, goodnight brush...
THEM: Goodnight old lady whispering HUSHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!Try as we might, none of our kids ever really got the hang of the "hush." As we were reading tonight, I had three little guys sprawled across my legs, finishing the sentences and looking up at me in wide-eyed wonder. I realized then that it won't be long before they move on. Before our tattered copy of Goodnight Moon ends up on the back of the bookshelf with other "baby" books like Guess How Much I Love You, The Very Hungry Caterpillar and other kiddie classics.
I love the sweet innocence of these family favorites. They will forever represent a time in our lives that is flying by far too fast.
Tonight as I tucked my little fellas and "big kids" in, I thought about the many minor milestones we've passed -- the little things that may not be in a baby book but are etched forever in my heart. Things like...
- The sweet, funny, mixed-up things they say, like "Is me going to work with you Mommy?" or "I love the sunset moon!"
- Squeezing all five kids in the tub together -- this actually has been captured on film and typically elicits the response, "You need a bigger tub!"
- The way they all used to sleep with their rumps up in the air; now they lie sprawled out like drunken frat boys.
- Pot bellies. Those big, round, post-meal bellies that provide a visual display confirming their tummies are full. (If only this stayed cute as we grew older... like 40 years older!)
- Fascination with dump trucks, garbage trucks, firetrucks, any sort of construction equipment and "worker guys."
|A moment in time... our 5 "cubs" no longer fit in this tub!|