Where is that dang pause button.

This is James at 1 week and 2 months, respectively, and I'm trying to wrap my mind around it. Oh how I love these chubby little cheeks, but oh how I miss that tiny little newborn.  I miss his unfocused eyes and his misshapen head (well, more misshapen), and I miss how his left hand would always be turned palm-out, and darn it all if I don't miss the frail, oh-gosh-I-hope-I-don't-break-him part of the newborn stage.  I never thought I'd say this, but I could be the mother of newborns forever.  I could wake up 3 times every night and soldier through every scream-filled diaper change if I could just snuggle that teensy baby body forever.

I knew from the moment he was born that life would move too fast.  It seems so unfair; I spent my first year as a nanny of a newborn thinking that each month, each milestone couldn't come fast enough.  I couldn't wait for Missy Moo to be bigger, stronger, more independent.  But with James it's seemed that since they first laid him on my belly, all red and complaining, that time has moved with frightening speed.

This post by Nat the Fat Rat just about sums it up.

I know I should probably be trying to write more at this time in life, to record all the things I don't want to forget.  I'll try, but it's hard to pull myself away from experiencing James firsthand.  I only get to smell and kiss and cuddle him as a baby for a limited time.  (We have family in town this weekend and it's been difficult to share.)

But I will try to keep y'all updated adequately.  Like how the new thing is crying when he gets laid down because he doesn't want to be alone, and even more exciting: toy-batting!   Stay tuned.