his face on the slide, omg

Wednesday, September 12

Since becoming a mom, there have been so many moments that I wish I could just bottle up and put on a storage shelf, sharpie-marker labeled with "so you don't have to miss this someday". Like lately, when Everett has been sitting on my lap while I eat, insisting that he hold my food {finger food of course} so that he can be the one to put it in my mouth, and then his, and then mine. Or a quick dinner at dusk together, during the first evening this season that the humidity has given way to the crisp. And a first ride down the slide. Even things like when Everett stands at my knees while I wash dishes in the morning, pulling on my pants and letting me know that he's ready to be picked up. Every day is full of things that bring this swelling joy to my heart and at the same time scream, Stop! It's going too fast! How are we here already? In fact just the other day we were over at a friend's house for a play date with some other small fries, one of which was 5-months-old, and I realized that I couldn't even remember what a 5-month-old DOES at that age. Do they sit up yet? Roll over? How did I not remember this? I was JUST there. Obviously, there's only one solution to this problem. We're all thinking it, so let's just say it out loud together on three. One .... two ... HAVE A HUNDRED BABIES.


I would think a hundred babies ought to solidify every stage pretty darn well. A hundred chances to swaddle their tiny bodies and a hundred chances to watch them shake their booties in the bath tub. A hundred chubby bellies to bury your face in for a truly decent raspberry. But I suppose even if there's only one or two more, that's just fine with me. I'll just be over here bottling like a nut.
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