When you first have a baby, everyone tells you to “enjoy this time while you can, because they grow up so fast!” That is so true. I look at Eva now - so inquisitive, so observant, so creative, so full of an active imagination – and wonder, when did my baby turn into this big 5-year-old? I watch as Amanda transitions out of the toddler stage to become a confident 3-year-old, talking in full sentences and giving Eva a run for her money as they climb and jump and play. Bethany is my only baby now, but even she is trying to walk at every opportunity, and it’s obvious she’s impatient to give up crawling and run after her sisters.
I love her chubby cheeks, her baby toes, and the way her little curls stick out all askew when she wakes up from her nap (it’s so cute, I almost don’t want to smooth it out). But I’m also going through my third bout of sleepless nights courtesy of the tortuous one-year molars, and a sore neck and back from carrying a baby who’s getting too heavy to constantly carry, but doesn’t want to be put down (at least not until the Tylenol kicks in). It’s difficult during these wearying stages to simply appreciate this fleeting time (around 2am, one gets the feeling it’s not “fleeting” fast enough).
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