(3 weeks) This past month, he has been doing so many new things. Like he takes a "big boy bath" now. I never new bath time could be so much fun. It crazy how all these new things are so fascinating and fill me up with so much joy. But yes, I know. As more time goes by, more and more great and wonderful new things there are going to be to experience and look forward to. I just love him as my little sweet baby and they just don't stay babies long enough! We had his four month shots today, (boo by the way,) but he did really well. He is now 26 inches long!!! Wow! He is starting to sit a little by himself, which actually shocked me. The doctor also said we can start introducing rice cereal/fruits/veggies to him. Already? Wow! Sadly enough, that's kind of exciting to me. See what I'm talking about? On another note, my mom emailed me this poem a few days ago and I have to admit it brought me to tears. I actually had a moment in the car with Michael a few days ago when I read it to him and actually had to control myself from balling. Really because it's exactly how I've been feeling a here lately. Being a mom is THE BEST thing that has ever happened to me. I cherish ever moment of it. I love my little happy baby. Enjoy...and if you are like me, grab a Kleenex.
Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth
empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
hang out the washing and butter the bread,
sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I've grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew
and out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
but I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren't her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
for children grow up, as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
(4 months)
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6 comments:
I know exactly how you feel with Brody's 1 year birthday almost here. This past year has gone by soo fast. I'm a mess.... I love that poem!!!
It's such a mix of emotions....loving to see what they do next and watching them grow but being sad at the same time that they are getting big. I can't believe I have an almost 2 year old and am starting all over with another baby already. Yikes!
I am in the exact same place right now! Each day is exciting, but it is so sad to realize they are growing so fast! that poem makes me cry too. I always think of it when I am rocking Caleb, and I sit and kiss his little face, smell his baby smell, and hold onto those precious moments!
I alwyas felt the same way...just wanting time to STOP!! ha...but honestly, it does just get more and more fun as they grow and learn and get their own little personality!!
Cherish every moment. I still remember the day I brought home my first baby. I remember the robe and nighgown I wore, the pajamas he wore and how I just stared at him for 24 straight hours. Just yesterday I took that "baby" out to drive because he is getting his driver's permit. Oh great, now I'm crying.
So true!! This year with my youngest at 5 and 1/2 it is the first year we had no preschoolers in the home- and it's so different. Bittersweet- you are right to cherish and enjoy the little moments!!
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