Things To Remember: Part Two.

In the craziness of our everyday existence, it’s easy to brush past life’s best moments—those small things that don’t seem special at the time, but add up to be, well, the stuff worth remembering.

This is especially true with a baby in the house. She’s changing so fast we can hardly keep up—and yet, too often, we find ourselves wishing she could  grow up just a little faster. We yearn for the day she can tell us what’s wrong, or grab the toy she’s wanting herself.

You know, the stuff we take for granted.

At the same time, though, I’d like to freeze her in place, keeping her my snuggly sunshine for just a little longer. Here are some of the things I hope I’ll always remember…


That face-splitting grin—When she’s happy, her whole face lights up. She literally shines with joy. I know that once she hits her teenage years, we won’t see that smile very often, but I  do hope it remains a part of who she is.

The way she rolls across the floor—She hasn’t quite gotten the hang of the whole crawling thing, so instead, she rolls from place to place. Over and over and over, she quite literally rolls across entire rooms. It’s ridiculously cute—and gives us a little warning as to her destination (so we can pick up whatever trinket she’s after).


The way she bounces on my lap—She’s working on learning to stand, and is getting quite good at it. Right now, one of her favorite things to do is stand on my lap, hang on to my shirt and bounce, bounce, bounce, giggling all the time. It’s adorable.


The way she babbles—Last weekend, it was like someone turned on a switch. We were eating dinner and had put her in her exersaucer to play. All of a sudden, she stopped what she was doing, turned to stare at us, and said, “Baa Ba Ba Wa Ma Ma Ba Ba BAAA!” It’s been non-stop babble ever since. And to think, I was worried she’d never talk.

The way she and Oliver play—Right now, she and the cats seem to find the same things entertaining. Feathers, balls, pieces of tin foil…Oliver has this toy. It’s a pink ring with a yellow ball that spins around the perimeter. I can set them both on the floor, make it go, and keep them both fascinated for fairly long periods of time. She’s going to hate when I tell her first boyfriend that story…

The way she reaches for me—She’s a pretty independent little girl, but sometimes she’ll stop whatever she’s doing and hold both arms out to me, begging to be picked up. Then, when I do, she nestles herself under my chin and just snuggles up close. That does my heart good, it does.

The way she looks when she’s sleeping—So sweet. So innocent. Her long lashes resting on her cheeks. Her mouth open, voicing tiny snores. It’s so adorable, it makes my heart want to burst.

There’s more. Oh so much more. But I don’t want to make you, my lovely readers, vomit from all the saccharine, so I’ll leave it there. For now. Don’t worry, there will be more in this series.

By the way, I’m trying out a new commenting system. I’ve heard too many complaints about Blogger’s way of doing things, so I’m trying out Disqus. If you wouldn’t mind, could you leave me a comment sometime over the next few reads and let me know what you think? If you hate it, I’ll take it off.

UPDATE: Disqus was annoying me…it kept logging me out of google, and therefore Blogger. So I changed it back. So if you left a comment last night, it seems to have been erased. Sorry about that.

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