Mattie just woke-up crying and I did the usual. Picked her up out of her crib and rocked her with her blanket and lamby (she opens her eyes if I stop rocking as if to say, "don't you know the routine yet, mom?"). I try to memorize her sweet, peaceful, sleeping face because I know the days of cuddling my baby are numbered. She's walking, insists on feeding herself (she frequently spits the food out if I feed it to her), attempts to say words like mommy, daddy, baby and grandpa, she also is very strong willed. That has been the case since birth, but it's more obvious with each passing day.
In three weeks Mattie will be one and as time goes by I am amazed by its swiftness. Where has the time gone?
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
As time goes by
