A few days ago I found myself feeling really sad about the fact that Connor was already six months old. He's started to do the really fun tricks: getting up on his hands and toes, rocking his body while on his hands and knees, trying to move forward, rolling over both directions, and sitting up. They are such fun things, but they always make me realize that my baby is changing from a little baby to a big baby. I started to think I was so sad because Connor is my last baby (according to my current plans), and it means I'm finally moving out of the baby stage of parenting. But then I read through my old posts from when Ryan was the same age, and I realized it's just what I do--with each baby I get a little sad when they start to move. It only lasts for a short time, and then I remember all the fun that lies ahead. I've come to see that sadness is a necessary feeling. It makes me appreciate the stage I'm in before it really is gone for good. As a result, I appreciate each time Connor still rests his little head on my shoulder, and each (rare) time I get to hold his sleeping body in my arms. It makes me appreciate the times in my day when I have to sit down and nurse him, even if I think I'd rather be doing something else. It's taken me four children to get here, but I've learned that it really is a privilege to be a mom of a baby. It lasts for such a short time, and I intend to enjoy every last second of it.
P.S. Christmas happened. It was awesome. I've said it before, but Christmas with kids is really the greatest thing ever. All the work is worth it to see their faces and hear their exclamations on Christmas morning.
Also, this is my new favorite family picture (taken at an Ugly Sweater Party).