I want to remember...

Babies really do grow so quickly. And so there are a few things about baby Griffin that I want to remember so when he's a stinky 17 year old or a gruff 30 something then I come back onto my blog and read about how my big man child used to be a sweet little baby.

I want to remember him sleep-nursing, how his brow is slightly furrowed and with one hand clutching my breast like he's afraid I'll take it away.

I want to remember how he likes to sleep as close to me as possible, and how I have to move him 3-4 times at night so I don't fall off the bed.

I want to remember how he drools all over EVERYTHING, but even when he's teething he's happy and smiling.

I want to remember how he gives me the biggest grin every morning, how he's always happy to see me, and how happy I am to see him.

I want to remember his squeaks - how he talks to us all day long.

I want to remember how he laughs when you undress him for his bath.

I want to remember how he tries to sit up in the bathtub even though he's not ready for that yet.

I want to remember how he looks lovingly at his sister when she's playing next to him, and how she wants to hold him, get him out of the carseat, and pick him up out of the swing.

Even though things are tough, Bryan and I are both super busy and stressed, and our house is a mess, I want to remember that I love my family and wouldn't trade them for anything.