Josiah is almost 7 weeks old. I can't believe how fast time has flown. He's really a good baby, he has a few hours every night (normally about the time I try to go to sleep) where he is really fussy and nothing I do makes him feel better. I know it's his belly, I can tell by the way he moves and fusses. But nothing helps. It kills this momma to know I can't help him when he's hurting.
He's getting so big, and although he's still only a few weeks old I know it wont be long before we're picking out 1st birthday invitations and planning for the day he turns one. It went way too fast with the girls, and I'm sure it will with him too. It's hard to embrace each stage and enjoy it instead of hoping for another stage. Parents are always anxious for their babies to start rolling and crawling and walking and talking. At some point it turns around and you realize the whole first year of their life has flown by and you wish you could turn back the clocks to make them babies again! Seems like with each baby i get less time to sit on the couch and snuggle, right now I've got a 4 year old who I'm teaching kindergarten to, and a two year old who is VERY active. by active I mean into everything. It seems like every time I sit to snuggle or nurse one of the girls is asking for something, or into something. I'm sure in a year he'll be up causing trouble and I'll be begging him to come sit on mommy's lap. I better enjoy the nights he's in our bed while they last.
Lego Advent calendar
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