Baby Blues

I'm sure I've expressed this to a lot of you that I know. But, lately I have been so sad when I look at Julianne. My Baby Has Grown Up. She'll be two in a couple of weeks. I'm having a hard time seeing her in the right perspective. I just concider her the "baby." She no longer uses the high chair, which has been retired to the garage. That's a first in several years. And, last night we moved her bed upstairs into the big girls' room. I guess I'm just in denial. I've really enjoyed her as a baby and hate to see that go away. I love looking at her baby cheeks. I still tote her around as if she was nine months old.

I now understand why the youngest child is always the spoiled one. They will always be the spoiled one. We are definately not done having kids, but I just can't fathom the idea of that last child being the last little face I'll watch grow up. How do people do it?

But then I'm reminded how much I adore my other two kiddos and how much more I love them as bigger kids. Maybe my problem is that this is the first time I haven't had another baby. This is the biggest break I've had between kids and don't really know what to do with myself.

On a side note, I've been MIA this week in the blogging world for a couple of reasons:
1. My washing machine has torn up and I've got a laundry pile the size of Mt. Everest waiting for me. Sophia is officially out of pants and underwear!

2. I haven't had a camera that works or that has a charged battery all week long.

3. I've been trying to get to the bottom of my sink all week with the mounds of dishes that there are to wash.

4. Just simply trying to get into the routine of my life since coming back from vacation.

If I had blogged it wouldn't have been very positive, so maybe it's better that I just kept to myself. Now I'm off to go bug some friends to see if I can borrow their washing machine :)