I’ve been feeling all sorts of reflective these last few weeks. Our house is officially on the market, which was surprising sad for me. This was our first house, the house that we’ve raised our child in. The house that we fixed up, improved and actually hoped to make a small profit with (not in this economy honey). We have a lot of memories here, and I’m sad to leave them behind, even if it means that we are moving on to bigger and better things.

Not only that, but Eli turns 2 in less than 3 weeks. Two years old.

He’s grown from this teeny tiny baby that I could hold with one arm.

To this toddler that I can barely hold with two arms.

As we prepare for his birthday party, which he’s sharing with his cousin Evie (her first birthday), I’m thinking back over the last two years, with more joy that can possibly be contained in one person. And just a touch of sadness.

But I’m also making up a few batches of Cake Balls shaped as footballs, basketballs and lady bugs. At least the sugar rush will help me through.

Yes, we’re celebrating a little early over here. Two is a very special birthday.

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This weekend, Eli, Dad-oo and I celebrated Doctor Suess’s birthday at our library. Cat in the Hat hats, toddler-decorated cupcakes (soon-to-be toddler-covered in cupcake), and our first time watching Horton Hears a Who. Add in a few hundred toddlers, and you have one large headache in the making.

Not only was it Doctor Suess’s birthday, it also marked the beginning of a new era with the kiddo. He’s making the move from a momma’s boy to a daddy’s boy. The two boys spent Saturday afternoon watching race RC cars, and it turned out to be a huge bonding moment for them. Later that night, and even the next day, Eli would only go to Dad-oo. The “Momma Uppy Pease” cries turned to “Dad-oo Uppa!” And more than once he reached out of my arms to Dad-oo.

While I’m overjoyed that this bonding is forming, I’m going to miss my cuddly, snuggly momma’s boy. My heart aches a little for my little boy. The little baby who needed me more than anything. I miss the baby stage.

Maybe I’m just feeling reflective because of the packing and preparing going on as we get ready to sell the house. It was a weekend of reflection. Of sentimental feelings. And a little bit of sadness to see my little boy growing up so quickly.

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