Saturday, June 23, 2012
Where is that dang pause button.
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.