A dear friend was talking about motherhood and she said, "God gives us enough time in each stage of our children's lives to enjoy it, respect it and then be ready to move on." She's quite wise. I guess that comes with having 3 boys under the age of 7. As I reminisce on AnnaB's first 6 months, I'm starting to gain a better understanding to my friend's insight.
The first 3 months were so tough. Of course, at the time, I knew they were tough, but it's only now that I can look back and hold those days in reverence. I made it through! The baby made it through! We survived!
I'm still not above a just-checking-to-make-sure-that-the-baby-is-still-breathing sneak peak during naptime, but we've come a long way in a short time. We even dared a vacation. Flights with a lay-over to get us to our beach destination. AnnaB did great. Here's proof:
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| Best buds at the beach. |
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| Not a fan of the water. |
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| Or the sand. |
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| Back at home. Watch me outgrow my rugby bear. Annabelle, 6 months old. Sept. 1, 2012. |
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