Last night, I gently laid my newborn baby in his crib praying he gets a good night's sleep, and when I woke up this morning, he was shouting for daddy and laughing and jumping in his crib. How did this happen? When did his precious little night gowns turn into big boy pajamas with cartoon characters on them. How did those tiny little shoes get so big? It's like his little bald head was washed with Rogaine; lots of blond hair jumped on his head one day. I used to so carefully feed him trying not to get it all over his face, and now he just shoves it by the handfuls on any surface on that beautiful head (with the hair that jumped on it). When did those barely audible coos turn into the adorable, defiant "NO!"? I don't get it! Someone has been messing with my clocks and calendars, because life is going by entirely too fast. I want just one more yesterday, maybe two todays, six tomorrows, four last weeks. Is any of that on the menu? I guess I better put as much of today in my memory and heart so I can revisit it in the future. Time is a wasting and Rowe isn't getting any younger or balder, so I better go now.
Don't forget to kiss your babies before they're too fast to catch.
11 years ago
2 comments:
!t doesn't get any easier when your "baby" is 7 and says things like "That is sooo awesome Mom!" and is too long and heavy to curl up in your lap!! I pray every day "God, just keep them little for a bit longer..."
Hey to Erika's friend Celeste! =) It's one of those things where I feel like I know you but I really don't! =)Love this post! My feelings EXACTLY!!! How is it possible that Bes is 20 months old!! Got your sweet comment! Rowe is adorable too!
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