That's enough Father Time

Alright, Father Time. You can ease up any day now. We muddled through the difficulties of the I'm-so-tired-I-can't-remember-if-I-ate-lunch-or-not era and are into the I-never-knew-saying-"boo"-could-be-so-funny stage. Let's slow it down just a little so we've got time to enjoy this!

L smiled at me this morning, and I'm sure it took him by surprise when I pried his mouth open to prove to myself that I was seeing things and he didn't actually have two tiny teeth in his little bitty mouth. Wrong. There they were. Bright, shiny, and barely through his sweet little gums right in the front on the bottom. My baby has two teeth. How did this happen??! I wasn't sad when Little C popped his first tooth through because I still had one baby who wasn't growing up quite as fast. Now, there are no more toothless babies in my house (and might never be again, we're undecided), and this is just too sad for words. Don't get me wrong though; I am excited about those tiny little teeth! They're undoubtedly two of the cutest teeth I've ever seen, as expected.  

It's all exciting when the first one reaches milestones because I don't get caught up in the fact that this might be the last "first" we get to have. Take Lucas crawling for example: I am SO excited and proud of that sweet little baby!! And it's easy to be excited because his *older* brother is still happily rolling around my living room and showing no interest in crawling or growing up too fast and breaking his Momma's heart. Now when Little C starts crawling, after the excitement of his newest achievement calms down, I'm sure I will have to mourn the fact that my house will no longer be home to tiny infant babies but busy, busy crawlers instead.

I thought time was flying by when I was in college, but I had no idea. Time is screeching past at an appalling pace these days. I would give anything for a little time in a bottle right now. It would be so nice to go back to those first few days at home with my snuggly little boys for just a few minutes. To hold my teeny 5lb babies and let them fall asleep on my chest one more time. I guess the nostalgia makes me appreciate the moments now even more, but still. I can't believe it's been nearly seven months. Hope the second half of their first year of life goes by just a little more slowly.


P.S...

Happy Super Bowl Sunday from L & Little C!!

Face mask. 15 yard penalty. Automatic first down!!