One minute they're a wee little bean in your belly. A kick under your ribs. A kitten meow, then a wah in the darkness. Three hourly feeds, a part of you. Next thing they're wedging their hands, legs, anything under your body in the middle of the night. And then they're off. Not babies anymore. It all just seems so unfair that it happens so darn quickly.
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I know! Sometimes I wonder where my little baby went..... Thank you for reminding me to savor the moment.
Mine turned 6 today and I'm a little weepy. But I didn't come here to talk about that. I came to bestow upon you this fine blog award thingie!!!
http://paperdollsforboys.wordpress.com/2008/07/08/i-got-an-award-and-its-not-from-my-mother/
Ride to live,
Tracey
It's so true, I can't believe my Miss M is 11 months old, it seems like yesterday - those 3 hour feeds day and night!
So true! It really is the blink of an eye.
That's such a cute photo...love the earmuffs!
They don't even take the time to say 'bye mum'...
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