Sometimes time moves so quickly, I feel like I'm desperately trying to hold onto it. But it's like trying to hold onto a fistful of glitter in a tornado.
How is my baby already four months old? How is my son going to be four years old?
I haven't even blogged about his third birthday party.
So, I'll leave you with these.
My three-month old, who I never blogged about.
And my four month old, who I'm blogging about as she's only two weeks away from 5 months.
And time marches on. I'll be back. Soon. Soon for sure because there's too much I want to remember and too much I'm already forgetting. I've got to write it down. I've got to keep it.