88 Weeks

I received one of those emails today, the ones generated based on some web form I completed long ago, listing my baby's due date and my email address, in order to get some formula rebate or coupons for diapers or the like. The title read "Your baby at 88 weeks." 88 weeks! That number (what seemed a rather large one) stuck in my head. '88 was the year I graduated high school. Could it be that my little guy is speeding toward adolescence before I've even gotten to enjoy him as a baby?

With Charlie, I guess things seemed to move slower, with only one child in the house. And I always figured (hoped, anyway) that another child would come along to round out our family, and I'd get to go through these moments all over again. I never panicked at how big he was getting-- I was just proud and excited at all the new things he was doing.

With Liam, I feel like everything is moving too quickly. Weeks go by and all of a sudden I'm struck by how big his feet are, or the fact that his head hits the kitchen table when he tries to walk under it. I don't take nearly as many videos of Liam as I did of Charlie, and I know it. I have to make an effort to remember the camera. It's not that I don't take photos or video-- I just shoot more on my Blackberry because it's so much faster to communicate and send those photos to family via email or Facebook in an instant. I'm two years behind on editing the videos I have taken as it is, so the only way for Grandma and Grandpa to see the kids' latest trick is to shoot it on the phone and email it instantly.

And now you're thinking..... but what about the blog? Yes, it's been more than 6 months now since I updated this site. I haven't forgotten about my readers-- ask my poor husband who hears me moan about how behind I am all the time. Trust me, I have the notes-- the first time Liam climbed into a chair by himself, the madness of March 2011, the heights and weights from each doctor visit, how Charlie celebrated his fourth birthday. I just need to sit down, with the TV off, the kids asleep (or out of the house), and no sporting event on TV to tug at my attention for an hour or two.

Now that I've broken my long silence, I'm hoping I can soon go back and catch up on all those moments I missed so far in 2011, and maybe in the process I can make time seem to go by a little more slowly for a while. For now, I need to get some sleep. Goodnight all.