Why, God? Why?

Well, it's happened. Kaeley is officially a "big girl". Sigh. She's learned to swim by herself (treading water, but one thing at a time), she now knows how to swing without assistance, and now... drum roll, please... she has a loose tooth. Sigh. Heavy sigh.

I never thought a loose tooth would hit me like it did! I never put much thought into it. Now that it's happened I just wanted to squash her back into a baby and start all over again. Why, God? Why must they grow bigger? Why can't we moms just bottle up our favorite pieces of parenting and save them for a rainy day when we're empty-nesters? That way we could open our bottle, smell the fragrance of dirty diapers, hear the baby giggles, and see the Cheerios and raisins hidden all over the house. Maybe we could have a special little keepsake box of viles. One labeled labeled "First Wave Bye-Bye". Another could hide the preciousness of a newborn falling asleep on your chest. I might have to keep a vile that would remind me what it felt like to have a baby kick and move inside me. How many viles would we have, I wonder?

Sigh. Why not?

So, yes we have a loose tooth. I remember a previous blog post about "us" having our first scraped boo-boo with Nathan. I found it funny that I had written "us", because I wasn't the one who had whacked my head in a running ceiling fan, but here I was hurting right along with Nathan. Here we are again. "We" have a loose tooth. As Kaeley wiggles and jiggles and will eventually lose a baby tooth I will come along beside her and wiggle and jiggle with memories and scrapbooks and remember fondly my days of her being a baby.

I must log off before I start bawling.