Where did my baby go?

I know, I know…all I ever blog about is my kid.  So sue me!

My latest complaint – Quincy is getting too old too fast and I can’t keep up.  I was talking to my good friend Kathy Westberry today (she actually married Jose and I for those of you who don’t know), anyway, I was talking to her today and we were talking about our babies as we normally do.  She was telling me about all the cute things her kids used to say when they were younger and I was telling her about Quincy.  And we started talking about how we save all of these ridiculous things that are sentimental to us (e.g. the button that Quincy swallowed and subsequently pooped out, etc).  I started realizing that I have all these things but they aren’t very organized.  I started a scrapbook when he was a newborn and it only made it through his first bath but there are different things tucked all in the pages for me to SOMEDAY finish it.  Yeah, I need to do that like yesterday.  The pile is only getting bigger.

Anyway, it got me to thinking about last night when I put him to bed.  He was so tired and kind of cranky.  We did our usual bedtime routine, which happens every single night and is, without a doubt, the best quality time that we spend together on a regular basis.  Normally Jose comes along too but last night was kind of busy so it was just Quincy and I.  I read him the little golden book “The Story of Jesus” and then tucked him in and sang the 4 songs that we sing everynight:

  • Alphabet song
  • Twinkle, twinkle little star
  • Papa’s song – “Los Cochinitos” or “The little piggies” in english (which is some weird song that I think Jose’s mom made up when he was a kid)
  • Mama’s song – “You are my sunshine” (a song my grandma used to sing to me)

He asked for “sunshine” first and fell asleep before I could even get through it.  I sat for a few minutes on the floor next to his bed and stared at his facial features.  For a slight second, he looked almost as he did as a newborn.  He was curled up in the fetal position and in the darkness he even looked smaller.  I rubbed his back and wished that I could freeze this moment forever in time so that he would never grow older.  I wondered again how I could possibly love this little boy so much.  I wondered again if I could love my next child just as much.  Then amidst all my thinking something funny happened – he snored.  lol  And I giggled because I remembered that he can’t be a baby forever and I really don’t want him to.  That funny little moment would have never happened if he were still a tiny little baby.  And if that were true, I would never get to hear the sweet sound of “I wuv you, mama” or the fun we have with him trying to learn the art of the aim in potty training.  It is pretty fabulous, you know?

Now, about that scrapbook…  🙂

4 weeks old

4 weeks old

8 weeks old

8 weeks old

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