His legs are getting longer. New clothes fit, time to box up the not-so-old ones. When did that happen?
His hair is unruly. Straight with a preference for straight. Sometimes with a little added straight. Where did he get it? Me, I'm sure. Like everything else.
His hands slap against the floor as he giggles and moves so quickly. Slow down, little one.
He is ticklish, just about everywhere if you catch him at the right time. His squeals are delicious.
Speaking of delicious... his toes are edible. And his thighs. And the palms of his hands.
I'll kiss those hands even though they're covered in dirt and juice and germs. I don't care. A thousand times over, I don't care.
Time will move so quickly, they told me. From the first moment, they were right. Where did my wrinkled baby go? The one who had such an appetite but couldn't eat? When did those dark days filled with bili-lights end? Where did the feet that filled those tiny socks disappear to? Replaced now by toddler feet, anxious to explore the world?
The world awaits. And yet, I hold him just a little bit tighter. And a little bit longer. Until he insists on going after it.
A couple of weeks ago, I had my very talented friend, Cristal, take some pictures of my family and I. Love. My intent was to get something presentable for a holiday card. I'd never done Christmas card pictures before, so of course I was over prepared, complete with potential outfit changes. They weren't needed because Cristal is a complete professional. In addition, she's crazy busy between taking and editing photos and wrangling her kids, who are four and one (and stunningly beautiful and sweet).
(I have a point, I promise).
So, instead of making more work for Cristal, I went in search of someone else to make my holiday cards sing. Through google reader and links, I came across freshly squeezed designs. Jill happily accomodated my request for a card with one of her delicious designs and she was so patient with me while I made miniscule changes to an otherwise darling card. A few hours and several drafts later, I had the finished product in my inbox. Though, if I didn't live in the boonies, she would've uploaded them to Costco so all I had to do was go pick them up- how convenient! I quickly ordered my cards for printing and am now stalking the UPS man (like his truck isn't on auto-pilot straight to my house, anyway). I can't begin to tell you how much I love the internet on a normal day, but especially when it makes my life easier. Below is one of my favorite designs, which I would've chosen for our cards but my husband is a fuddy dud.