Can we just pause for a second?

You know how when you're a kid and the time between September and December seems to pass at snails pace and you wonder if Christmastime will ever come?  Yeah, time doesn't move slowly like that for me anymore.  Nowadays, I feel a little more like I do in line at Costa Vida, having exactly 45.2 seconds to communicate my very precise and annoying food aversions to the worker behind the food guard whom I can barely understand, not just because of the natural language gap, but also because there are fifteen people within five feet of me either shouting their own requests or loudly making conversation with their dates, hoping with elevated anxiety that when I make it to the register my grilled chicken salad has come through in an edible and somewhat healthy state.  But instead of getting lunch, of course, I am being mom to five rapidly growing boys.  And it is passing far too quickly.  When I finally get a chance to pause for a second and look back on this elusive trick we call time, I see flashes of fun and moments of meaning that I wish I could travel back to and savor for just a bit more.  There is so much happening, so many milestones occurring, so many memories being tucked away (good and bad ones I'm sure), I just pray that in the end I will have chosen the best parts and that my family has been properly nourished.


The other day, I realized that my little Spencer is now the latest casualty in this time eroding phenomenon of life.  It sounds so grim when I put it that way! But I guess I am feeling pretty grumpy about the days passing by so quickly, because on July 5th,  as I was putting him down for the night, it suddenly hit me that in virtually the blink of an eye three months had completely evaporated.  My little angel boy was no longer a "newborn", but a for-real, genuine, bona fide baby.  A squooshy, giggly, rolls in the thighs, sleeping through the night chubster.


And so, if only to assuage this mama's pining heart, here is a quick look back on those precious three months:

His first "bath".  He does like them now.

My amazing, invaluable, beautiful mother.  There truly is no more selfless work than what a grandmother does the first week of a grandbaby's life.

Tummy time.  Never a favorite for my babies, but I just love the inch worm, itty-bittyness!

 A kind friend's newborn photography talents at work.

The sweetest face <3.

Sometimes it's hard for me to wake this cuteness.  His feeding can wait for a moment or two so I can soak this in, right?

Blessing day.  How grateful we are for loving and supportive family.

This proud daddy has killer handsomeness.  Lucky girl, I am:).

We are pretty simple when it comes to Blessing outfits. 

No silk vest and bow tie for this guy.  

A white Polo romper and some awesome hair did just fine:).

 Just chillin' at home.

Graduating to the large bottle.

Sometimes I have to just put him down and take a picture.  I love the decade we live in and the instant availability of archiving images like this that it offers.

Having this face as a "thank you" sure makes changing time not so very bad:).

He is even happily willing to let me pose him in cheesy positions.

As sad as it is to have these weeks entirely gone from existence, never to happen again, it is also pretty fun to see my sweet Spencer grow with each new stage of babyhood.  He is cuddly, loving, fun, adorable, patient (comes with the territory when you're number five, I guess)...nothing less than purely delightful.  And I'm completely in love<3.


Oh, and today this little dude decided to roll over for the first time.  No big deal.

:)