Typically, when you hear the word “delayed”, you think frustration, inconvenience, annoyance. A flight that’s hours behind schedule. A package that didn’t arrive in time. A lunch date that never came to be. But when you’re a parent, and that word is used in context of your baby, you can’t think.
Having a baby the third time around, you might think that each milestone would be a little less, well, milestone-ish. But in a funny way, it’s all the more poignant. You have new measures for how quickly time goes, so you want to hold on a bit longer to each moment. To each itty-bitty babyism.
This morning, as I was dropping off Little at preschool and running a couple errands, I found myself avoiding people’s eyes. I was (ok, let’s face it, this should be the present tense) am wearing yesterday’s clothes, I have my bangs pinned back because they desperately need to be cut (along with the other frazzled […]
For months and months (and months and months), we talk to our itty bitty babies in anticipation of the big day. The moment they say their first word. Sure, there are the babbles that you’re sure mean mama, dada, and in Pink’s case “all done” (you know, third kid and all, always being forgotten somewhere). […]
Six years ago when Big was born, I would spend hours sitting around playing with him and capturing every little coo, yawn and ah-ha moment. He had my undivided attention and I have the full hard drive to prove it. Then came Little, and there were fewer photo shoots. Especially solo. So when Pink was […]