these "lasts" will soon soon come to an end...
The last time he sleeps in my arms or on his daddy's chest (he's already starting to wiggle and protest)
The last time he nurses
What else am I missing?
And these "lasts" have already passed...
The last time he slept in our room in his adorable little bassinet
The last time he wore itty bitty newborn sized things
The last time he rocked himself to sleep in his swing
The last time he was swaddled snug as a bug
I know that it's healthy to look forward and be excited about all the amazing things on the horizon, but I just wanted to take a moment and acknowledge these 'lasts', savor and enjoy them for what they are/were.
I'm guessing Abe was about a month old in this photo - sleeping in the rocker |
1 week old - asleep on Mommy's chest in the glider |
Sleeping in the bedside bassinet |
Abe's favorite - asleep on Daddy's chest |
What a little peanut!! So tiny!! |