My name is Erin McCrea. I’m a Momma, a pet Momma, and a writer. I had my first baby at age 35 in May of 2016. Becoming a mom was the scariest thing I’ve ever done, and I have loved every moment of it. I blog at http://erinisawriter.blogspot.ca/, but haven’t done a lot since Anthony arrived. It’s my goal to be a consistent Writing Mom by the time his birthday arrives. I’m shy, caring, weird, bossy, and I try to be happy every day. My baby helps with that.
My little tiny baby is going to be two on May 18th.
I’ve watched these two years go by with absolute amazement. I was there, yet, I can’t believe how fast it goes. I cheered him on the first time he crawled, the first time he walked, and the first words he said. My heart was full the first time he smiled (actual smiles, not just after he pooped), and the first time he laughed.
Now somehow, he can not only walk, but he can run, jump, and twirl around. He can kick a ball.
Not only does he say one word, but he’s now saying two words together. He can now listen to me, and understand what I’m saying. In fact, my child knows how to lie (when I ask if he pooped, his answer is No No No, even though I watched him say poo poo poo while it happened, and can smell it.) Potty training will also come with two.
Now he doesn’t just laugh at Momma’s funny faces, songs, and tickles, but he laughs at his own jokes. He also laughs with glee anytime we do something fun.
My kiddo calls every chair a high chair. It works because it almost sound like my chair, but really, he just thinks all chairs are high chairs.
Sometimes, he will get fake food, and get me to sit down with him for a picnic. I will eat with him, and we both make ‘mmm’ noises. He also makes sure his cars (he has a million favourite cars) get to eat as well. He puts them down for naps when they’re tired.
He’s turning into this incredible little human being, and I am unable to slow him down.
He’s also hit the terrible twos slightly ahead of schedule. And already knows how adorable he is, so usually knows the exact right smile to make me forgive him.
He has meltdowns. So many meltdowns. I’ve decided to watch them from a writer’s perspective. He gives me humour in my writing that I didn’t have before him. I don’t mean to laugh at his dramatic moments, but when he’s melting down because I don’t get off the toilet fast enough, there is nothing to do but laugh, and take note for later. Some of the meltdowns last longer than others. Some actually are funny, and others are hard to watch.
He’ll lay down on the floor in malls when I try to get him to go in a direction he doesn’t want to go.
One night, he purposely dropped his toothbrush in the toilet and then ripped up a book. All at bedtime, of course.
He’s a pain, but I honestly, don’t know what I would do without him. He makes me smile. He deserves the best mom, and I’m trying my hardest to be that momma for him.
I wrote a post for Mommy Connections last year on his first birthday. I’ll have to look for it to see what I wrote because I don’t remember. I don’t think I was as sad when he turned one. He was still a baby then. He couldn’t walk yet, he was still breastfeeding (although not for long), he said very few words, and he didn’t argue back. I knew he was getting older, but I didn’t really picture him as a boy yet.
I can now, and it makes me sad, but in other moments happy. Now that he’s turning two, I can see that he’s not going to stay a baby forever. I can see that he’s not always going to come running to me when he’s hurt. He’s growing up, faster than I’d like to admit. I’m still pretty set on just having one child, but I can definitely understand why people have more. The baby snuggles can last a little longer.
I’ve had a wonderful two years with my son. I think him growing older will work out. I have accepted that I’m going to be 40 in two years, I should probably accept that my son is also going to grow up.
Every day he learns something new, and it’s amazing to watch. Every day, I learn something new, and it’s usually from him.
To my wonderful son: I love you more every day, and I can’t wait to watch the amazing person you are going to become. BUT, you can slow down, love. Happy Birthday.