What I will miss...

12 - 18 months has never been my favorite age for kids.
For reasons that look a lot like this:

Beckham is becoming so much more independent and is starting to transition out of that crazy age. As I sat holding him today with him sleeping, his little eyes fluttering and his perfect little lips and rhythmic breathing I thought of all the good things I will miss about having a little toddler around the house:

• Chubby thighs
• Little toes and wide feet
  
• Dimples for knuckles
• The way they sleep with their bums in the air
• The way they run as fast as they can and their little legs pumping
  
• The easy way they are distracted and laugh at almost anything you do
• Having them sleep on my lap in the Mothers Lounge at church
• The way their Buddha bellies hang over their diaper
• The little sippy cup dance they do when they are so excited for a sippy cup
• The way they laugh so hard they fall over
• The way their cheeks get so round and squishy when they fall asleep and slump over in their carseats
• Bare little bums that are so dimply and yummy
• The way they hide in my shoulder when they get shy or are tired
• The way they wave to people and say bye bye
  

I can remember each of our little boys at this age.

And I will miss it.