Tonight I was sitting in the chair in Monster J’s room with him, waiting for him to fall asleep.
*flip*
*flop*
*grunt*
What is wrong with you, kid? Why aren’t you going to sleep!?!
*flip*
*grunt*
*flop*
*grunt*
Then I realized… he doesn’t want me to put him to sleep anymore. That’s why the incessant flipping, flopping and grunting. That’s why for the past couple of months I have just given up and put him in his crib without him being nearly asleep.
My sweet, little baby boy is growing up. *tears* He can put himself to sleep now. He can feed himself now. He doesn’t say “bup” instead of “up” anymore.
Oh. My. God. What happened? Weren’t you just staring around aimlessly and eating your hands all day last week? When did you become this… person? How do you weigh over 30 pounds and are almost 3 feet tall!?! Aren’t you like 2 months old or something?
I know that every parent comes to this revelation at some point – that they no longer have a baby, but a toddler, a monster. But isn’t it supposed to happen when their kids are like 5 or older? Not under 2! Right?
Oh, this sucks.
