Just jotting down some quick thoughts here. 

Why is it that babies must grow up so quickly? I try my hardest to really enjoy every moment with them, to stop the clock for just a minute so that I can permanately embed that memory into my head.... but those moments pass all too quickly. 

My just-about-9-month-old is baffling me on how quick he's progressed in the last month. Crawling, 5 teeth, pulling himself to a standing position, sleeping through the night (I won't complain about that one) .... all in less than 30 days. My husband and I just look at him and wonder, 'What happened, How did we get to this point, When did you get so big?' 

I thought I learned my lesson the first time. With the oldest, I was in such a hurry for him to crawl, then walk, feed himself, talk, start school and such because it was all so cute and a lot of fun. So I promised myself with our daughter that I wouldn't be that way, especially because my husband told me she'd be our last.  But then life happened, we moved to Bakersfield and I got involved in playgroups and all the wonderful events that this town has to offer for parents and children. So we were go, go, going all the time and now I mourn her infancy because most of the time I can't even remember what she was like as a baby. 

So the third and FINAL baby would be different. I wouldn't rush him to do ANYTHING. (except for maybe sleep better) But you know what? It didn't matter. It still happened and I just wish I could stop the clock on our lives every now and then and truly, TRULY savor each minute with my kids so that I'll never forget how adorable, huggable, enjoyable and lovable they were as babies and toddlers.