7:56 pm January 6, 2009Flashbacks
Tonight Jon and Jachin had some man time at the movies and dinner. Zoe and I, being at home with crappy weather and a baby, decided to scrapbook for the evening, something she loves to do but I totally suck at… so we rarely do it. But poor Zoe. Her scrapbook only has about 12 or so pages in it… and only goes up to about age 2. If you are any good at math, you will realize this puts me 5 years behind on her scrapbook. (She deserves a better mother. Really.) And when I say I “scrapbook”, it mostly just means I glue pictures to colored paper and slide it into a page protector. There is nary a ribbon or rivet or any such accoutrement.
I suck.
But tonight I went through a bunch of old flickr photos to print off pictures to glue to colored paper scrapbook. I had forgotten how little and cute my kids used to be. Because now they are biggish and cute, but I tend to forget that they were once little and cute.
These pictures reminded me that Zoe has always loved art. Coloring. Painting. Drawing. Anything along those lines.
This picture: She would NOT stop coloring on the wall in this particular spot, so I finally taped butcher paper to the wall to spare the paint. It worked.
And there was a time when Jachin hadn’t yet discovered how to tease and irritate his little sister. Behold, the nice days:
Also, he went through a period when he had to have a bandaid for every. single. wound. Regardless of whether it could actually be seen with the naked eye.
When did all the growing up happen? I must have blinked. A long, drawn out blink. Because there’s no way it happened while I was paying attention. And now Deacon is lying here in my lap, snoozing… already bigger than he was when we brought him home two weeks ago. (He’d gained 7 ounces by his two week check up.) And he will do the same thing. Grow up when I’m not looking. And then one day I’ll stumble upon some pictures of him as an infant… and it will freak me out.
Wish I could stop time. Just for a bit.
(post script: Jachin reminded me that his chin wound in that particular photo was the result of a treadmill accident. Because once the kids turn three, I make them run 8 miles a day on the treadmill. Without that safety strap that is supposed to keep you from flying off the back of the treadmill and hitting your chin on the moving belt. In the photo he is calling Children’s Services on the cell phone to report me.)
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Usually I would have some stupid what I think is a ‘funny’ comment, but this makes me tear up. I am having the hardest time with my kids growing up. I HATE HATE HATE that Miles s 2, that we had to cut his hair, that Marisa is 9, I’ve been a mom for 9 freakin years, holy cow I must be ancient! No, really, I hear ya, where the crud does the time go? Sad thing is, I have really been aware and paid attention to all the phases Miles has gone through thus far, and you know what, they still grow way to fast.
Comment by shahara — January 7, 2009 @ 5:42 am
Tell me about the flashbacks!!! Reminiscing seems to be all I do these days. That and cry as I think about sending another son off on a 2 year mission. It’s hard to watch your “babies” grow up and leave home. SO..cherish and love every moment you have with your kids. They really do grow up TOO FAST!
Comment by Joan — January 7, 2009 @ 2:55 pm
You have great memories of your kids. Those flash back are amazing! I now realize that James is no longer a baby:( I miss the baby and mom time.
Comment by Yanilza — January 7, 2009 @ 3:29 pm
love these photos, am off to stalk your family s’more
Comment by Nerak — January 7, 2009 @ 4:03 pm
on flickr, I mean! ROFL
Comment by Nerak — January 7, 2009 @ 4:04 pm
Oh my goodness – they’re so little and cute! Wow.
I’m constantly amazed at how quickly time passes since I’ve become a mom. It’s sped up since Lucy came, too. All those years growing up, I wished for time to pass. Now, I just want it to slow down!
Comment by Leslie — January 7, 2009 @ 8:22 pm
Just the other night, I was putting Yian to bed. One minute I was innocently staring at him, the next I was weeping. The more time passes, the less he needs me. He just turned 4 and I feel like I’m scrambling to hold on to every last memory of him as a baby and toddler. Unfortunately, he’s my first & my last…my everything
Comment by Stephanie — January 15, 2009 @ 8:40 pm
hello! this is exactly how i remember your kids! don’t tell me they’re not like this anymore. ;-D
Comment by jenica — February 13, 2009 @ 6:39 am