Casey is also the only kid who doesn’t come running into my room in the morning to ask me “Is it morning time?” or to exclaim “I woke up!” I have to pick him up out of the crib. This has to be one of my favorite parts of every day. I walk into to his room and he is very happy to see me. I pick him up and he nuzzles his head into my neck. Then there that is that moment, the single moment I will cherish long after he moves into the ‘big kid’ bed. Casey takes his sweet hand and pats me on the back.
Not a big pat like he is trying to help me cough, but a little pat like “there, there mom, it will be ok.” The moment is very brief because it is usually interrupted by a sibling wanting to play or his own need for juice or wanting to run.
Let’s face it, they grow up to fast. Snuggle when you can.