Evie is going to be our last baby, and it's heartbreaking. Not because I want any MORE babies, but because I miss the babies I have so much already. I love every second of seeing them grow into bigger children (well, almost every second - the mobile phone arguments are a little tedious, to be honest) but I also wish I could preserve every minute of the journey and freeze time so that now and then I could pop back to when they were totally new, tiny and mouse-like, just to remind myself what it was really like. So this week I have been trying really hard to capture the moments that I don't think I can live without photographing. I think Phil thinks I am insane every time I rush downstairs shouting 'where's the camera? I need a picture of her feet!' but I think he'll value them as much as I do when we're real grown ups who have time for such luxuries as sleep and time to do our own thing.
This seems very poignant tonight, as my gorgeous curly-topped boy, has gone to bed in the spare room for the first time ever tonight. He seems such a baby to me, and has flatly refused all suggestions that we make the spare room into a bedroom for him - preferring his mattress on our floor shared with daddy most of the night - but tonight he told us firmly that this room is his house and happily fell asleep in it (after the usual 76 green bottles...) I'm kind of hoping he wakes up and comes in with us early on in the night, though, as I know I won't sleep for worrying he'll wake up and be scared!
So here is the little lady who is currently pulling at my heartstrings 24/7
She is so calm, so peaceful. I feel blessed to have such a settled and relaxed baby, and I wish I'd known how to make it more like this for my first two - especially my first one, really. Just look at these feet!
And some scrumptious, wrinkled little fingers, with a delicious arm attached!
And because she is so peaceful, I'm starting to be able to do some of the crafty projects I've been dreaming of for months but haven't had the energy to do. Knitting! Finally, after two years of concerted effort and a few wonky scarfs, I have created something that is recognisable as an actual thing!!! Okay, this is my practise pair and they're wonky and have a few holes in, but I'm making some as a present for a friend and they're better. Far from perfect, but I'm so proud of them that it's a little bit ridiculous!
And something else I'm proud of:
I do resent the time I'm spending sorting this house out for moving (especially since we don't actually have anywhere to move TO yet but have to leave our gorgeous house in a month...), but it was worth the time it took to be obsessive when Chloe and I created a new system for our crafting stuff - one set of boxes for sewing stuff, one for wool and patterns and one for papercraft stuff - which has yet to be completed, hence all the mess in the background of this picture! Not comparable with the heartstrings photos, but satifying nonetheless!
I desperately want to blog more - I really love the process and the record of our days - and I'm hoping I'll find more time and energy now that I'm getting more sleep and feel more positive about getting through the house-sort. Here's hoping!
5 comments:
Oohh love the feet and finger photos :-) Yes I look at Rye and sometimes I can't believe he was the tiny baby in the photos. I found babyhood rather difficult..but oooh I do miss baby snuggles and inparticular the baby in the sling on my front so I can plant kisses on his head whenever I feel like it, and just be all snuggly...oh yes, I do miss that.
I feel for you, I would love to keep my little ones little a bit longer but they have to grow :-( I have 3 at the moment but still go all cooey over babies but with little sweetpea not sleeping through still at the age of 3 I feel she will be our last :-( Soak up the baby time. x Love the craft organising by the way.
Oh Claire I could have written that post (well apart from the near teenage daughter bit!). Sol is our last baby too (well so long as we don't have an accident) and every day that passes is a pull on my heart strings as I kniow I can never go back and experience it again. At 15 days old it already seems that so much has passed, that he is so much bigger and I am constantly wishing I could capture and bottle his smell, feel, sounds....
(((HUGS))) coming your way....enjoy this precious time whilst you can! I'm off to take more photos ;-P
That's it, I'm going to cry now - thanks a lot!! :-)
It is so sad, isn't it..... my youngest is 5 now. I regularly want to weep over it.
I love every age of my little ones. And as each day passes with me wanting to stay in it forever a new day comes and Ifeel the same all over again.
Blessings to you and yous.
xx
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