Well the little man turned five months old yesterday. Five Months. One more month and it will be half a year since we first saw the little face we anticipated for nine seemingly endless months. I remember being told while pregnant that although the nine months feel long as you are going through them, the delivery of your precious bundle quickly replaces your accurate memories with a glorified version complete with the illusion that the time sped by. It's true. It must be nature's way of ensuring the human race goes on. Every once in a while I have to remind myself that pregnancy was not kind to me --- I remember you nine-month-long-24-hour-a-day morning sickness!
The pregnancy time warp, however, has nothing on the time warp that occurs in houses where well-loved newborns reside. I grasp at seconds and moments, try to burn the brief periods of 'not being able to --insert task here--' into my memory, knowing well that a milestone is creeping up that will turn that period into part of who Joey was and not who Joey is. I just want to soak him up. And so here I am to record my memories, for my little boy is growing fast.
For a little visual of what five months can do ...
The Original J
The current J
Oh my little baby ....
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