Those Were The Days!

Since we took ownership of the house this past Wednesday, we wanted to move some of our "junk" from the basement to the new house to help clear out the clutter and make the basement appear larger...

That "junk" mostly consists of the ridiculous amount of toys we have bought Brendan, baby swings, baby exersaucers, baby bathtubs, little potty seats (since we're not using them!), books, jumperoo's -- you name it, we shipped it outta here! And does this basement look clean! I would think people who have kids and are looking at this house, question whether or not we really have a kid. It's that clean! This poor kid has nothing left! And we're not moving until November. Too bad we're already spreading the junk all over the new house!

So on Friday night we made a few trips, and one of them included the exersaucer. OH, HOW I MISS THE EXERSAUCER! It made me long for the days of not wondering where your child is, or what they are doing somewhere in your house! The simplicity of life back then, that I totally took for granted! But I do remember being sad when I had to put it down in the basement because Brendan was too old for it. That, and the swing. SAD, SAD, SAD. Can you hear me crying?

I have promised myself over and over again, how I will cherish every minute of our next baby. And I really don't think it's possible for anyone to realize until after they've had their first baby, how easy it really is that first year! Well, not the first 2 months! But the rest of that year... SIGH.

Since I was younger, I have rushed through everything -- couldn't wait to be a teenager, and go to high school, turn 16, then 18, then 21, then I rushed through college, I just wanted to work and make money and have my own life. And then.... screeching halt! I rushed through life to work and be responsible?!?! What was I thinking?! I wasn't. So my personality just does that. Naturally, I rushed through the first year of Brendan's life. Couldn't wait until he slept through the night, smiled, got teeth, ate food, could sit upright in a shopping cart, could crawl, could walk, could talk. And now? Well I LOVE LOVE LOVE this age! My favorite so far. (I always say that, though!) But I am SO wanting that little baby again! And this time I PROMISE to drag out that first year and enjoy it! And if I don't, you all have permission to yell at me, especially you mom!

This sort of sounds like a proclamation I am ready for another baby, but that wasn't the intention here! Apparently I do though! I originally started this blog to laugh at this picture:

Baby Huey hanging out in his exersaucer...

This is what sent me longing for those baby days! When we brought this up to take out to the car, Brendan insisted on sitting in it. Totally over the weight limit I think, but oh well! I was laughing as I put him there, thinking, "I'm so not taking him out of there once he goes in. He's stuck. And that's the glory of the exersaucer!" So I gave him a sippy cup and he sat in there and played. And I got a bunch of stuff done! Just like I used to! And when he asked to get out I said. "Pretend like you're a baby, and mommy will get you some cheerios so you can stay in there and eat them like babies do..." And he fell for it.

So there he stayed for another 10 minutes eating his cheerios. And when he called me to get out, I called up from the basement, "I'll be right there!" To which I continued packing up some boxes. When he called me again, I said, "Coming!" To which I packed up another box! Mean, mean, mommy, I know! But when I went up to get him out, he decided he didn't want to get out! He just wanted more cheerios!

Oh, I miss those days of confinement and safety!! They should totally make exersaucers for 2 year olds. I think I'm going to invent those!