savoring "the lasts"...

In the world of parenting, we most often talk about 'the firsts'...the first time baby rolled over, ate solid food, the first time he giggled or smiled, the first time he slept through the night (which still hasn't happened), etc.  But what about "the lasts"?  I was chatting with my neighbor about this and I couldn't help but wonder...what kind of "lasts" should I be savoring right now? What every day things will slowly fade? 

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!! 

 And NOW look at how big he is!! Man, time sure does fly :)