41. Spinach beards.
42. Realizing how quickly time passes by. When Kieran and I visited my family in Florida, I was so sad that they had missed out on over nine months of his life. Lately, I have been finding myself stopping in the middle of doing something "important" to go run and get down on the floor to play with my baby. I don't have many more days left of this stage, and I have to make memories while I can.
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#42 makes me think of the poem Song for a Fifth Child where the last stanza says:
"The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
For children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep."
I've heard that before--it's so true!
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