Flying Time

I feel like this was just yesterday - the day I brought my little angel baby home from the hospital. He was so incredibly fragile and tiny - he barely fit into any of his newborn-sized clothing. In this picture he looks like a fake doll to me, not the baby I woke up every two hours to feed for weeks. I remember thinking that I just needed to get through this phase of not sleeping and I used to scoff at mommies who said they missed when their babies are this young and they actually miss waking up all the time. I can't say that I want to be up all night again, but I sure do miss holding my 7-pound baby and watching him open his eyes for the first time. 

Here we are now and I am starting to really realize that I need to spend practically all my attention on this little creature because time is passing by so fast. He is on the brink of crawling, he is almost ready to break a tooth, and he is babbling non-stop. It's only a matter of time before he doesn't want all my hugs and kisses, so until then I will hand them out non-stop and be that over-the-top momma who never wants her kids out of her arms.