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Independence Days

So a few weeks ago I spoke about Desi reverting back to baby years. Well, it seems that lately he is trying to show a little independence. He wants to do things on his own. One time I pulled a plum out of his lunch bag and handed it to him. He pushed it away and said, "No, I can do it Mommy." He took the plum from me, put it back in the bag and took it out himself. Another night he got mad at me and said, "I'm the adult and you're the child Mommy!" Wha-what did you just say to me little boy?! LOL! I couldn't even correct him because it was just so funny.

Interesting huh? He is really going through some changes. One minute he wants to be a baby and the next minute he wants to act like he is years away from my womb. LOL! Well, his growing feet are a true indication that he is becoming a big boy. A few Mondays ago, Chris and I took Desi to the mall to go shoe shopping. I decided that I wanted to get his feet measured. I am so glad that I did because the boy wears a size 9 (toddler)! Really?! I wanted to cry for 2 reasons:

1. He is far from that little bundled baby I held on 1/7/2011
2. My poor child was wearing 7/7.5 shoes up until the time we found out he should be wearing a 9!     His poor feet!

That's when I realized how new we were to this whole parenting thing. I mean I knew that this was new, but there is so much we don't know or are oblivious to. In my head, everything is slow motion (in the perspective of Desi's physical changes). I still see him as this tiny little boy. Time is getting way ahead of me. I am having a hard time catching up to it.

Night Night!

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