I’ve been thinking about Time alot this week. (Not the magazine, silly.)
H will be 9 months old next week. I will have been home with her (aka, Unemployed), for about 2 .5 months. She is trying to crawl. She’s trying to learn about sippy cups. She’s learning to chew. She’s learning language. She’s just doing all kinds of things.
But didn’t I just have her? Wasn’t it just a week or so ago that I was at the doctor, and she was sending me over to the hospital to have the baby? Wasn’t it just a few days ago that we brought her home?
No of course not. That was last Summer. It’s April. It’s another year.
Wasn’t it just the other day that I was sitting at my desk working on some computer code?
Nope. Not even. 2.5 months ago.
Even now, today. It’s Wednesday evening. WEDNESDAY. I swear yesterday was Saturday. Each week seems to fly by. But I’m not wishing the weeks away like I used to. No…I feel like I AM present in my days and enjoying my time. And yet…every day, we’re up around 8am, breakfast, time in the exersaucer while Mommy eats breakfast….Sprout, Barney, Thomas the Tank Engine….naptime & laundry….clothing change and time to play with the baby toys on the floor….lunch…Caillou, Sesame Street….naptime…
Before I know it each day, it’s 3pm, H is getting her mid-afternoon bottle, I’m starting to think about dinner, and waiting for D to call that he’s on his way home. In the blink of an eye, we’re putting H to bed and heading to bed ourselves.
How is it that time is just flitting past? I feel like the only thing I can do is pull out the camera to record our life so I can look back on it and remember. Because it’s just going by WAY too fast.
When you were a kid, didn’t it always irritate the beejesus out of you that grown ups were always going on about how time flies? When I remember how much that annoyed me it makes me think I must have been a clueless and twerpy kid ’cause boy were the grown ups right.
yes, get that camera out! (ok, i’m sure you already did
for someone who enjoys scrapbooking as much as you do, you will be so happy looking back at old pics of her. and in a couple of years, H will get a kick out of seeing her baby pictures.
enjoy your time with her. before you know it, another job will land in your lap. and who knows, by then you may be wishing you could still be back at home with her.