the first time i left violet alone with kevin was when she was three weeks old. i ran over to the studio city farmer's market on a sunday to buy fruit. it was the strangest sensation, being away from her, and as i was waiting to pay for a basket of strawberries, i couldn't help but ask the woman standing next to me about her baby, a 14-month-old girl slung up in a bjorn. when i explained i'd just had violet, the mother had all sorts of advice to offer. she kept repeating how hard it is in the beginning and then concluded, "i'd say it got better for me, more fun, right around six months." i remember feeling on the verge of a panic attack. six months. that was an eternity at that point. but now, here we are, over the crest and on the downward slide to violet's first birthday, and already i just can't understand where the time has gone.
without further adieu, i give you this morning's photo shoot. things started off grumpy. like, mom, more pictures? this really isn't like you!
then, alright, ONE smile.
and i'm out!
Oh, Stacey, your post TOTALLY reminds me of how I felt after having Simon, too! It's such a cliche that time passes quickly with kids, but it's all too true. I remember Dan saying that it made him sad to think about how Simon wasn't always going to be little, but to be honest (and this also sounds cheesy, but is true), as you noted in your email, as they get older, they really do get even more interesting and even more amazing. Somehow it doesn't even give me time or room to be sad about what's passed.
ReplyDeleteAww, Violet really is adorable Stace. You should be so happy. But, yes, already I can see how it will be sad when they're no longer tiny and cuddly. I won't miss the hours bouncing on the ball, but they do grow up fast. :)
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