The Rearview Mirror

My little boy is 4 months old and his “birth” day seems like ancient history.  I have been in a funk this week and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what it was.  Today it hit me.  Mr. Man is growing up so fast and I feel like I’m looking in the rearview mirror of my car.  As we keep moving farther along, I’m starting to barely see where we started. 

In some respects that’s a good thing.  I’m pretty sure this “rearview mirror” affect is what makes people have 2, 3, and sometimes 4 children.  It also makes the heart ache we experienced to get here seem like ages ago too.

I remember, what feels like not so long ago, Scott and I thought we would never be able to sit and relax in the evening after Mr. Man had gone to bed.  Well, here I sit writing this blog entry while catching up on the DVR.  We keep hitting these milestones, and I love each and every one of them.  It just seems like Evan is rapidly changing and as soon as I stop gushing over one milestone, he moves onto another one.  I was happy as could be when little man started smiling.  It was even more fun, when I could get him to smile.  Well now he laughs all the time and he laughs at me, just because he feels like it (or he thinks I look funny).  I thought it was adorable when he found his hands and started sucking on them, but now I am amazed at how amazing he finds his hands when he is bringing them together and grabbing at toys. 

It’s the evolution of a baby I suppose.  The sleepless nights, the middle of the night feedings, the unexplained screaming, the not knowing what I’m doing….they are all distant specks in the rearview mirror!