Friday, March 11, 2011

Baby mine. month eight

When Santiago was born, I thought, "I'm never going to be good at this," and then it just became second nature. He has become an integral part of my life that I can't imagine not being a parent. I've learned to relax and enjoy the good and bad times, because he is growing up so fast. Eventually, he will sleep more (and hopefully so will I), he will be more independent. And over time, he will refuse to be held, instead he'll want to walk. He won't want my help feeding him, he'll want to do it himself. He won't want me to dress him, he'll pick out his own mismatched clothes. And oh, oh, oh, how it's going to make me cry.



I'll bet you can't look at these newborn pictures without smiling....

Every day I wake up wishing for time to rewind. I'd like him to stay a newborn forever. New and fresh and so teeny tiny. And mine, all mine.

And now.... shoot, EIGHT months!

{So, I guess it's time for him to sleep through the night, isn't it?}