But you’ll learn to appreciate this stage too.Īll the things you did at every previous stage. It’s going to make you cry harder than you did on those sleepless nights 13 years ago. RELATED: “Your Son Growing Up Will Feel Like the Slowest Breakup You’ve Ever Known” Aches in Every Mother’s Heart Where the wiggly teeth, toy dinosaurs, and his stuffed piggie have all gone. Wondering where the soft baby hair on his head went. You won’t think about this stage until you get here, wondering where the last few stages went. You don’t think about this stage-the impossible-algebra/integer-homework stage-when you’re snuggled up next to him in a toddler bed reading Chicka Chicka Boom Boom at night. You won’t think of this stage-the only-wants-the-most-expensive-iPhone-for-Christmas stage -when he’s peeking behind doors and corners looking for his mischievous elf every day in December. RELATED: The Insider’s Guide to the Teenage Boy Brain You’ll not think of this stage-the won’t-be-caught-dead-hugging-mom stage-when you’re holding him tightly through his cries during shots at the pediatrician’s office. You don’t think about this stage-the sweaty, after-soccer-practice-stinky-sock stage-when you’re watching him splash around in a bubble bath after his first day of preschool. You don’t think about this stage-the eats-everything-in-the-fridge-all-day stage-when he refuses to take his paci out at the table during mealtimes. RELATED: There’s Just Something About Mamas and Their Boys You don’t think about this stage-this prefers-to-be-dropped-off-at-the-movies-alone stage-when he’s begging you to play trucks and cars on the floor with him.

You don’t think about this stage-this texting-friends-and-discovering-cute-girls stage-when he’s holding your hand dragging you toward the slide at the park.

You don’t think about this stage-the voice-awkwardly-changing-an-octave-deeper stage-when you’re busy listening to him sing the Caillou theme song every day before his nap. You don’t think about this stage-the quiet, keeps-to-himself-and-wants-his-privacy stage-when he’s flying around the house in his Buzz Lightyear costume all afternoon. You really don’t think about this stage-the big-kid-not-quite-yet-a-man stage-when he’s that cranky little baby who won’t sleep (and didn’t sleep a solid night through until he was about two). Just as quick as they all said he would, he grew up and out of that little boy stage I used to know.

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