because one day you won't, part 4

Believe it or not, the winter months have been good to us. Life has slowed down and we are loving our rhythm as a family of five. Even as we've been stuck inside for months (and months and months), I have been looking for moments covered in childhood and baby rolls. There has been no shortage of either.

If you are new to my Because One Day You Won't posts, you can check them out here:


Because One Day You Won't Part 1

Because One Day You Won't Part 2

Because One Day You Won't Part 3


Because one day you won't all fit together on one sled.

 
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Because one day you won't protect your breakfast from the rain.

 
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Because one day you won't have a Minnie Mouse raincoat, Minnie Mouse umbrella, and Minnie Mouse backpack. And because one day you won't tuck you pants into your socks "so everyone can see the polka dots."

 
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 Because one day you won't let me kiss those cheeks five hundred times a day.

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Because one day you won't put on your football player costume and sneak into your sister's room to read her Berenstain Bear books.

 
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Because one day you won't have so many arms rolls.

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Because one day you won't fit in the toy baby stroller.

 
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Because one day you won't beg us to sleep together in the same bed.

 
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Because one day you won't decorate the "Christmas tree" outside with random things found around the house.

 
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And because one day you won't bring me this snack when I'm having a rough day.

 
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And yes, that is a mixture of fruit snacks, chocolate chips. Hershey's, and some Now & Laters. With milk.

So today I will notice these moments.


because one day you won't, part 3

Milo was born in April, and the transition to three children has been as expected - insane and delightful all at once. At times I can see my knowledge and confidence as a mom coming on strong this time around; other times all three of the darlings are crying at once, and I am cursing Stephen for not working from home more often. The reality that this little guy will be walking and talking (read: running away from me when I call his name and using phrases like "pooper butt") all too soon has made me aware of moments to remember.  Even more so than I did with Charlotte and Andrew, I am slowing down, noticing, and smiling that both childhood and baby life are happening in our home.

"Because one day you won't" is my unapologetic, sappy mom writing. You can read more about it here and here.

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Milo,

Because one day your cheeks won't be so big.

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Because one day you won't fit so perfectly in my arms, letting me hold you close and squish your cheeks.

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Because one day you won't wake me up throughout the night

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And despite my constant exhaustion and occasional complaining, the corner of my heart will miss the sweet stillness of those nighttime moments when it is just you and me.

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Charlotte and Andrew,

Because one day you won't walk curiously into my hospital room, eyes wide, ready to meet your baby brother.

Because one day you won't think bathing your little brother makes for the best day ever.

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Because one day you won't kiss him so fiercely.

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Because one day you won't both fit in the rock & play.

 
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Because one day you won't stare at him over the crib.

 
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Because one day you won't beg to hold him just a few more minutes.

 
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So today I will notice those moments.

#becauseonedayyouwont

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because one day you won't, part 2

This past summer, I went all sappy mom and wrote this.

I'm doing it again.

These past two months have taken me down. Our hearts are celebrating the news of baby #3, but my body is rebelling against all parts of life that don't involve lying on a couch eating Rice Krispies. I'm irritable and ill and have had to force myself to notice quirky, childlike moments invading our home. It seems like these moments are hiding, lost in the blur of me running to throw up, again, but they are there. And I know they won't be for long.

Because one day she won't come to my gynecologist appointment with a baby doll hidden under her shirt

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Because one day she won't wear a Snow White dress and have a picnic in her room. 

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And because one day she won't ask to go to the Verizon store with me rather than staying home to play with friends. 

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Because one day he won't line up tiny twigs when his dad asks him to gather firewood.

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Because one day he won't mow the lawn in his diaper, rain boots, and winter hat.  

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And because one day he won't call rabbits "bunny hops."

So today I will notice those moments.

#becauseonedayyouwont

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because one day you won't

Two years ago, I walked into my bathroom to find this.

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Charlotte's Croc filled with acorns.

There is no story behind this photo, no explanation other than this is what happens when children live in your home. I laughed when I saw it, which is a blessing because had it been a different day or different hour I might have thrown those acorns away and chucked the shoe into her room, annoyed with how her stuff invades every corner. But on that day, at that moment, I loved it. It was quirky, confusing, and so childlike, so perfect. I took a picture because one day she won't leave a shoe filled with acorns in my bathroom.

Every so often, I've thought of that picture and try to mentally dogear other moments that ooze with childhood. But now I can't remember most of them. I wish I had written some down. I wish I had taken a picture.

Some have been ridiculous scenes, announcing to the world that children have been busy living in this home.

Some have been irritating moments, reminding me I laid down my preferences when I chose to be a mom.

And some moments have been so precious they steal my breath to whisper,  "Yes, you really are a mom."

I want to notice those moments. I want to remember those snippet of life.

Because one day she won't lay on the floor doing puzzles in her rain boots and underwear; she won't decorate every dresser knob in her room with a sock, and she won't ask if we can buy matching dresses.

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Because one day he won't spread out blankets and pretend to be a pig rolling in the mud; he won't insist on sleeping with trucks in his bed, and he won't ask "You go oomba?" each time he sees me grab my neon yellow Zumba shoes.

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Today I will notice those moments.

#becauseonedayyouwont

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