I've been a little busy lately, with a new baby and all, so I have been a bit delinquent with my photo upkeep. Thus, last week's photo organization centered around last summer and early fall - eating lobster in Cape Cod, frolicking at the beach at the Jersey shore, being ridiculously pregnant at my sister's wedding, and then of course, the early days with baby Colin.
I generally do get sentimental when I go through pictures, but this picture his me like a ton of bricks and had me an emotional mess:
|Please excuse my pale, decrepit appearance. I had just pushed out an 8 pound baby and hadn't slept in two days.|
That baby in my lap there does not look like the baby sleeping in the room next to me right now. That baby in my lap there is a newborn, only two days old. The baby in the next room is plump and filled out. He started eating solids this weekend. He rolls over and sleeps on his tummy (for 12 straight hours, I might add). He smiles and laughs and even sits up by himself, for a few seconds at a time. The baby in the room next to me looks like this:
How did this happen? In a mere five months?
Everyone talks about how time goes so fast. When one has a baby, especially the first one, they are generally bombarded with the following advice: Appreciate every moment - the time will fly! or Savor this time - it will be over before you know it! or It doesn't get any better than this! Or some permutation. Basically, this is the best time of your life and it will be over soon, so you better appreciate it every. single. second.