bye, bye baby


I remember this time…around 20 months…when suddenly baby legs are long and their walk not so much a toddle of a drunken sailor anymore.


I remember looking at Eddie one day wondering where the baby went–the tiny wailing mush-pile in my arms.



Tiny babies are suddenly everywhere and I look around our house and realize that none of them live here anymore.



Oh the busyness is still there. Β It is not stop running and jabbering and crying and quarreling and eating and playing in our house, but these are the sounds of little boys, not babies.



Gone are the days of complete helplessness. There is a helper around every corner now–sometimes willing, other times not. Voices can now tell me “yes” and “no”.


Everyone in this house can take direction…even if he acts like he can’t sometimes.


There are no more baby sounds or smells. No bottles lining the counter or baby food piled in the pantry. Instead there are sippy cups of sour milk hiding behind chairs and messes that Nobody made.



There are tantrums and fits and “NO!” and “MINE!” yelled through the house so loudly I wonder if the windows will break.



But if I am quiet and still, I can still sometimes smell that infant scent lingering on your skin and in your hair. And I can still hear little gurgles and coos coming from your crib where you still find comfort and sleep.



Your skin is still soft and squishy even if it’s stretched out over a little boy and not all wrinkled up on a baby.



And when it’s silent and dark in the house, you would still rather lie close to me, matching your breathing to mine, while I hold your hand and run my fingers through your soft hair.



I know though that the baby is on his way out, and the little boy is on his way in. I’m not a stranger to this stage. But I won’t let the baby go without giving it a bit of a fight.

I’ll hold on to those curls and that softness as long as you will let me, Charlie Bird.

Happy Twenty Months, my lovie.






About Katie

Just a small town girl...wait no. That is a Journey song. Katie Sluiter is a small town girl, but she is far from living in a lonely world. She is a middle school English teacher, writer, mother, and wife. Life has thrown her a fair share of challenges, but her belief is that writing through them makes her stronger.


  1. I can’t believe he’s already 20 months.
    Love his curls!

  2. Aww I am going through the same thing only with my GRANDbaby.. Seriously when did I get that old?? He just turned one and I am like eeek give me back the baby not the kid that is longer than my chest and torso when he snuggles on me.

  3. His face gives me the happy.

  4. Oh it is hard letting go of the Little. And it doesn’t live at my house anymore either – but every so often I still get an echo of it. πŸ™‚

  5. He’s such a cute little bird! I can’t believe it’s already been 20 months! Enjoy every single minute of this cuteness, my friend!

  6. Litttttle one! And those curls! Happy milestone, pal!

  7. Happy 20 months Charlie! It is amazing how fast little ones grow. I’m so glad you are enjoying this stage with him. I don’t have any little yet, but I can’t wait.

  8. I love his hair. It remindes me of my Freddie’s, who is now 3.5 years old. Who is no longer the baby since his brother came in June. But I keep his shaggy curls to keep him little as long as I can. I don’t know what I’ll do when he requests a big boy hair cut.

  9. He really has the best hair ever. You know this. It’s so wonderful and cute and baby tarzan like. Er, I mean toddler tarzan like. congrats on coming into toddlerhood charlie πŸ™‚

  10. So, so sweet. “Messes that Nobody made” – what a great line. So many memories. xoxo