Hi there,
Today has prompted me to blog.
I had a plan for my Friday morning– wait until the baby wakes up from her morning nap, get her ready quickly, and go grab some brunch at Alpine Modern Café then run some errands.
How is it possible that my little one is already 8 months old?
With every day, I notice more and more of new things she does. She picked up a habit to always scrunch her nose while making ridiculously funny sounds. Or today she crawled all the way to the hallway by the laundry room and started to play with the door stopper thing. Next thing I see her do is to take off the white tip of the door stopper and put in her mouth (talk about choking hazard)!!! How does she think of the things like that? I took off all of the white tips from the door stoppers. Then she found the broom and entertained herself with the dog hair on it.
There is so much I want to share. To share how the past 7 months have been for me, for us.
I’ve told myself that I am going to write at least once a month about the things with the baby, so in time, I can look back and re-live these precious moments– the moments that might get forgotten over time. And I was right.
I try to close my eyes and remember the first night with her. I remember glimpses but not every moment. To me, that is incredibly sad. To forget.