Time Flies

Several times over the past few weeks I’ve had the thought pop in my head that I should do a blog post.  Why?  Well, there are a couple of reasons I like to write here…(1) So family and friends out of town can catch a little glimpse of what we are up to…(2) A place for me to sort of journal – I love coming back here months or even a year later to remember what life was like.  However, once I jumped on the facebook bandwagon, I practically abandoned my little corner of the blog world.   Sometimes I forget that not everybody reads my stupid little one or two sentence updates (although certainly not everybody reads my little blog either).  All that to say, I’m writing this one more for myself.

My thoughts are so jumbled right now.  Everything sounds great in my head, but as soon as I try to type what I’m thinking, it ends up all messy.  Anyone else have this problem? 

Lillian will be 11 weeks old on  Monday.  I know, I know, it’s so cliche to say “where has the time gone,” but really….where the heck has it gone?   At the end of my pregnancy, time virtually stood still, but now that I have my sweet baby girl to hold in my arms, I can’t slow time down at all…I feel like moments are just slipping through my fingers and I’m helpless to stop them.  Maybe it’s because I look at Edwin and know that in the blink of an eye, Lillian will be almost three, talking up a storm, telling me no, testing her limits, giving sweet hugs and kisses, sleeping in a big girl bed…..  I’m doing everything I can to soak in the smell of her sweet baby head, cherishing the times when she falls asleep on my chest and doesn’t move for two hours, her little fingers and toes, her oh-so-soft skin.  It almost feels cruel that this stage goes by so quickly.  Ok, I better stop or I’m going to start crying!

I think I’m finally starting to get over the shock of being a mother of two children.  Wait, maybe not.  Just reading that sentence again made me shake my head.  I’m a MOM to TWO kids!!!!  Sometimes I still feel like a kid myself!  Weird.  Edwin is definitely getting the hang of being a big brother.  We had a few sketchy moments in the beginning (um, he tried to step on Lillian once and also bonked her in the noggin once), but now he is extremely gentle and loving.  In fact, several times he has looked at me when I’m holding Lillian and said “I just love her.”  Melt my heart!!! 

People always say that every child will be completely different.  While I knew this would be true, there was a part of me that just assumed Lillian would have the same preferences that Edwin did as a baby.  I couldn’t have been more wrong!  Edwin was 100% in love with his pacifier until about two months ago.  Seriously.  He LOVED that thing.  No matter how hard I try, Lillian won’t take a pacifier – she hates them!  When Edwin was nursing, he would take almost an hour and a half to be satisfied.  Lillian is done in about twenty minutes.  When it was time for bottles, Edwin would take anything – he didn’t care what brand, what shape, nothing…just as long as he could eat.  Little miss picky is set on her Medela bottles.  (Thanks honey, you had to pick the expensive ones!)  It’s fun to learn the differences in their personalities, especially since she looks so much like Edwin did when he was a baby.  Guess that’s where the similarities end for now.

I know that there were about a hundred other things I wanted to write tonight, but my brain isn’t cooperating.  I’ll go ahead and post a few pictures and call it a night. After all, the rest of the family is already sleeping, I might as well take a hint!

View Full Album