But my memory is terrible. So I'm writing these things down, and taking zillions of pictures on my phone, and posting about everything on Facebook. So while I make 16 meals each day, and make comments about how much I want a wall of silence, I am acutely aware of how wonderful these years are and how much I'll miss them.
Will I forget what it feels like for a tiny toddler body to cling to me like a monkey when they don't want to let go?
Will I forget their giggles and goofy wild games on the living room floor?
Will I forget the wafting of pee-filled diapers coming from the diaper trash? (I hope so.)
Will I forget the scent of freshly washed toddler hair?
Will I forget how much I want to freeze time in these precious years, yet rush ahead to the less physically demanding years?
I already miss the baby days. And the toddler days are quickly passing. I'll never get them back. So I guess I'd better find a new favorite stage.