When the children were very little, I was good about keeping track of their “firsts.” First time Caroline ate peas. First time Liam went on an airplane. First steps. First haircut. First words. Every week had multiple firsts for me to write on the calendars hanging in their rooms. They are hitting new milestones all the time but they don’t seem to come be coming in such a rapid succession as they did during the first year of their lives.
These days, when I go to document a new experience on their calendars, it’s often the only new thing all month. But when I take a moment to reflect on just exactly what’s new, it’s pretty amazing. First time Caroline dressed her self, from head to toe, without a lick of help. The first night Liam went to bed without a diaper and woke up dry. First time playing at a friend’s house without Mom or Dad standing by.
Yesterday’s new first was the “Big Show” as we called it all week. Disney on Ice at the Verizon Center in D.C. We had prepped the kids about what an ice show was but they were blown away by the actual event. Caroline was on the edge of her seat the whole time, mouth hung open and hands ready to clap. Liam was awe struck and a little bit frightened (think Beauty & the Beast). To quote the Fresh Beat Band, “we had a great day, the very best day.”
I recognize that the firsts that will come at them in the future will make me cry more than “ate sweet pototos” ever could…. before long these little munchkins will have the first day of kindergarten, first sleepover, and <gasp> first kiss—which will probably be followed by Jeff’s first heart attack!