Woah baby!

I was putting the boys to bed last night and as I watched Ollie drift off to sleep I was struck by the thought that I grew this little boy in my womb. It is so hard to connect the thought of this little boy with his dirty nose and messy hair with the little baby I brought home from the hospital.


Then I went to go look at Franklin as he slept, and found it even harder to think of him as a baby. His first year of life has flown by and I am sad that I don't remember more of it.


Last year was rough--working full time, having a second child to care for, just trying to keep on top of it all. Now I realize all that time I spent trying to fit it all in, was time wasted by not enjoying my son while he was small. I hope to change that this year. More time will be spent playing with the boys and less time will be spent worrying over whether my floor is clean. Look at those boys' lashes and pouty lips...I don't want to miss a minute of their boyishness.