That time agian...

So tonight I had to go through all of Connor's clothes to clean out the ones he cannot fit into any more. I hate doing this. It always makes me so sad. To think of how fast he is growing, how much money was spent on these clothes that he only wore a couple times and super sad that I might never pull out these clothes again.

It is truly amazing how quick babies grow. I swear I pick him up in the morning and he has doubled his size over night. Its like all of a sudden he went from a newborn to a baby to a infant over night. It is so hard not to get lost in the daily life and miss all the little changes. With Tristen I was so anxious to see what was next I didn't take time to see what was going on at the moment. With Connor I have learned to take time and just watch all the little things that he is doing now because in the back of my mind I know that this could be that last baby we have.

With Tristen I always knew we were going to have another so I never got sad about not seeing things again. With Connor I know that this could be it so when Connor does something for the first time it is bitter sweet because I know that could be the last time I see a baby laugh for the first time, or roll for the first time or blow razzeberries for the first time. 

These moments are so precious I never want to let them go. I have started considering making a quilt out of all their baby clothes so when they grow up and leave me one day I will be able to snuggle in this blanket made of all their baby memories and remember that no matter what I will always have something to hold on to. I am sure they will always love their momma but I know one day there will be another woman who will take them away and I know that's the plan but it will be bittersweet for me as I am sure it is bittersweet for every mother of a little boy.