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Sunday, March 07, 2010

Time...

What a lovely weekend, there’s something about this time of year in Minnesota… when the weather finally starts to remind us that winter really won’t last forever, the days are longer, the sun shines brighter, and people are just genuinely happier. I swear they are. I certainly am.

I am really sick of having a baby in the winter. I’m sick of having to carry him around in his heavy car seat carrier with a “bundle-me” insert because it’s too cold and too much of a pain to get him in and out of the car without it. When I do forgo the carrier, it’s all… hat, mittens, furry hooded coat? Check, check, and check. Are his little (perfect, delectable, chubby) ankles exposed? Uh, oh, better fix that. I’d love to just be able to put him in the Moby right from the car, and leave the big bulky car seat in the car where it belongs, especially since he’s going to want to be out of the car seat as soon as we get inside wherever it is we are, but it’s just too much of a hassle with the cold and the muddy, slushy, grossness of winter. Ugh. I just can’t wait until it’s over.

I hate wishing away time, because every day that passes means Gus is one day older. One day closer to no longer being my little baby. Seriously, these last six months have just gone by so fast, he’ll be walking and talking and eating glue and chasing girls with worms in just the blink of an eye. Don’t get me wrong, I will of course love seeing him grow and learn and become this amazing little person, but I know I will look back on this time when he was a sweet little baby and kick myself if I don’t treasure every single moment of it. That’s why I’m going to try not to get too worked up over things like getting him to sleep through the night or pumping issues and stressing about my milk supply. I’m going to try not to push and wish for the next big milestone, who cares when he scoots or crawls or pulls himself into a sitting position all by himself, right? He’ll do all those things eventually, and it will definitely be exciting when those things happen, but what he’s doing right now is pretty exciting too! It’s difficult to live in the moment, but that’s what I’d like to try to do… just enjoy this short time when he is a baby, because that’s exactly what it is – such a short and sweet period of time.

Alright, better get to bed because he’s been sleeping since 7:30, nearly three hours, and he’ll probably be awake and crying for his mama and her boob within the hour. Oh well, just one more chance to squeeze him close and kiss his little fingers and sniff his gloriously bald head. ;)

4 comments:

Betsy said...

I find myself saying things like "I can't wait until Isla is a little older so she can..." and then I kick myself for wanting time to go by quickly. She is already getting so big, I feel her little baby days drifting away. It is definitely crucial to live in the moment and enjoy all of the little things as they happen.

Yay for blogging more! I love reading your posts.

Berbs33 said...

You are so right, the baby time is short and is gone before you know it. The next stages are just as much fun but you still don't want to get to them too quickly.

I also agree about Winter, I am ready for it to be over. Colton wants to go play outside or go to the park but everything is so muddy it just seems like more work than it would be fun. Hopefully summer will arrive early this year so we can all start spending more time taking in the fresh air.

Angela said...

What a great philosophy! I'm going to try to do that too. I wish away so much time waiting for the weekend or the end of the work day. I should try more to live in the moment too. Hope to see the little guy again soon.

Liz said...

Alicia, I was totally like you until Lincoln got to be about 16 months old. I will not have another baby because I refuse to go through that awful baby stage. I enjoyed it while it happened, but now that he's so much more independent, I look back and wonder why I thought it was great. If Lincoln could stay where he is now for awhile, I would be happy...he still loves cuddling and his mommy, but he's not quite at the full-blown temper tantrum stage. Maybe I'm not much of a baby person and you probably won't feel the same way as I do, but I love 18 month olds :) If only adoption wasn't so expensive...