I knew that this day would come. We got off the bottle, off the paci, out of diapers...so this was bound to happen. And obviously, it needed to. No one wants their 35 year old son living at home, making you was his dirty underwear, and cook his meals. Anyways..today...I became one step closer to not having a little boy, but a big boy. Bowen got himself completely dressed..all by himself...today.
Normally I help Bowen get dressed. He may put on his own undies or sock occasionally. But I have a big hand in it. And I don't mind it. But today, he switched everything up!!
OK...I am not a morning person. And every morning we are running late. But today we are definitely running late. And he tries putting his shirt on 6 times. The first time he ALMOST had it, but it needed to be turn a little bit so he could get his arm in the hole. Well he took the whole thing off. And then he had to shake it out to get it turn right side out. And try again. And take it off. And try again. But he got it dude! He got it!
He got his undies on, no prob. Got his jeans on, no prob. Socks took a moment, but he did it.
It was one of those bittersweet moments. I was all, "Way to go man! Thats awesome! You did a great job!", but the inside of me was saying, "Omg...he is not a baby anymore. Soon he won't need me at all. And then he will be moving out! OMG!"
Ever since that moment I just want to hold him and squeeze him and cover him in smoochers. How can he be this big already!?!
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