Nostalgia

So, I know my baby is only 4 months old and we've got a long way to go before he's all grown up and I can legitimately wax nostalgic, but some good friends had a baby boy this past week (congrats Victoria and Martin!) and it brought on a wave of nostalgia for my tiny newborn. I turned to Ted and said, more than a little verklempt, "Remember when Reid was so tiny and did all those cute newborn things? He's growing up so fast!" He thought I was kidding... 'til he noticed the tears streaming down my cheeks. Maybe I've still got some of those pregnancy hormones swimming around.

But I already miss that tiny little baby body - Reid has already put on almost 10 pounds, well more than doubling his birthweight. My back misses that tiny baby too, and I know he's not gonna get any smaller. And I miss how much he slept - naps for hours at a time! - even though it wasn't always at night. And I miss the "boob comas" (hi lips!). And I miss his cute little uncontrolled movements, like "spirit hands" as Ted and I jokingly called it when Reid would be laying there, fast asleep, and all of a sudden his little hands would fly up into the air for a quick shake before settling back down against his body.

There are plenty of things I won't miss for sure, but I can see why they say mothers quickly forget how hard the early days can be... because when you look back at the pictures, you can't hear the crying, or feel how unbelievably tired you were, or sense the isolation that caring for a newborn can create. You just see how cute they were. And while I'm still feeling really tired and frustrated and I sometimes wonder what I've gotten myself into, I'm sure someday I'll look back at "4 months" the same way.

For now, join me in my premature nostalgia and take a look at my little man here as he was at 3 weeks old (and, of course, my little schnauzer at 2 1/2 years old):