I can't tell you when the last "toddler" laugh happened from my near 8 year old.
I do very much miss his smaller self. I get very upset when i think about it. My wife thinks I'm silly.
I miss when they were small enough to simply sleep on my chest. Those nights where I had to rock them to sleep, whilst gently patting their backs whilst singing the song "Tee & Mo go to sleep". At the time, I got frustrated by it. Now... I'd give anything to go back and have more time with them at that age.
Do these feelings lessen? or grow?
My wife has refused to have more children. Kinda upsets me, but we're nearly 40. So yeah, i get it.
Sorry, rambling on
I wouldn't say they lessen or grow, just change.
Every stage has its ups and downs, some things you'll miss, some you'll think "thank god that's over!”
Our eldest (14) is very much a teenager now, 90% of his "communication" is a grumpy incoherent grunt, and my god the mood swings! We miss when he was actually interested in things, when he loved "mummy" and "daddy" instead of seeing us as some strange combination of dictators and walking bank accounts, but at the same time it's wonderful to see him turning into his own person instead of just an extension of us, and on the rare occasion where he's feeling amenable, we can actually play grown up video games together

(there's only so many times you can play through Lego marvel before it becomes a chore...).
His little brother (6) is still at that lovely stage where the whole world is a wonder and he's so eager and happy to try anything and everything new, he is however currently going through a phase of severely testing his boundaries at bed time. Last night was the worst, the past few weeks he's been leaving his dinner because "he's full" and then deciding he's starving after he's had his teeth brushed and he's in bed, so last night I gave him the choice; bed time story or toast as it's too late for both. He chose toast, and then when he finally went to bed (again) had a huge tantrum about not having a story, spent about an hour throwing pillows and cuddly toys at me and punching his bed - all despite multiple warnings he was going to lose his tablet time for the rest of the week - before finally giving in.
Needless to say he was thoroughly unimpressed today when it finally dawned on him that dad wasn't messing around and his tablet was indeed nowhere to be found
