How Fast Time Flies...

I can vividly remember bringing Jam home and being so overwhelmed and underprepared for this whole motherhood thing. As he cried in the middle of the night, and I tried everything possible to soothe him (including making Chamomile tea bottles and gripe water cocktails), I thought that the night would never end. I wanted so badly for Jam to reach the next milestone whether it was sitting up, crawling, or walking. I just couldn't wait. And everyone told me to cherish the moments, as trying as they may be, because they really are fleeting. Now I see what they mean. As Jam sits on the couch intently "reading" his books, Mudd struggles to sit up. His furrowed brow and his pursed lips give way to grunts. I watch him discover his miraculous body and all of its abilities. He moves his fingers and watches his fists move from side to side. This goes so fast...all of it. I want to take it all in and I don't want to forget any of it. Whenever Mudd sits up is fine with me, I'm not in any hurry.