At naptime today, as I sang Alexander "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star", he sang the first few words with, adding proudly, "Alexander sing it!" And oh how he loves my reaction when he sings. The smile on my face, the tears in my eyes... he soaks it all up. But as his vocabulary increases exponentially and he soaks up the words of multiple languages like a little sponge, I find myself dreading the day that he'll speak as perfectly as his big brother. Every day marks a change in his language skills. What was once "Du-das" is now sounding more and more like "Lukas". I believe the South Africans say it best with the word, "Shame!". Our equivalent? Too bad. And it really is.
I - we - should probably be proud. Our baby's growing up. With the first one, nothing could happen fast enough. The first words, the first steps, the potty training. Now I find myself longing for him to stay a baby for as long as possible. So Alexander, if you find yourself reading this someday in the distant future, you now know why I had you in diapers until you were 8. :)
Love,
Your "Bobby"
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