jogging the memory
While visiting the Chows this past weekend and getting to meet Dylan for the first time I was astounded at my inability to remember Harrison at that size. At two weeks old Dylan is the size of the newly-born Harrison. And he is TINY! TEENY-TINY! Just a little ball of baby.
(The perspective here doesn’t do his diminutive size justice)
He seemed incredibly breakable. And I was afraid to hold him. It’s as if I had never been around a baby before, let alone raised one for the past three months.
This jogging of the memory accentuates just how far our little guy has come. Harrison has neck control, is smiling and giggling, is practically sitting up and recently stood on his own while holding on to the base of his crib. He is turning into a real boy right before our very eyes. This is the kick in the seat I needed to remember to cherish every moment… because he’ll be our designated driver before you know it!
Listening: Crystal Skulls (Burial was playing, but, was vetoed by me as it was not appropriate for morning listening and was just too damn annoying)
I was afraid to hold Harrison at the LHR gathering!