I was just looking through little baby pictures of Avery.
I miss her rolls and her toothless slobbery kisses and her sweet baby breath and her tiny clothes. My once super chubby edible darling little bald immobile monkey is now a tall, thin, energetic, fancy little girl with curly blonde hair. Which is great, but it's sad. Because those days are, like, gone... forever.
I looooooooooved little Ave. I loved holding her little fat body and gripping her overflowing leggy cuteness (she had THE FATTEST LEGS- I often imagined CPS showing up to my house and being like, "ma'am, there's no reason why a baby should have legs that fat. Hand her over.") I mean sure, I had an affair with a marshmellow, but I'm pretty sure Avery is Troy's? What do you think?
Gah! I miss that. I feel like, while I totally enjoyed her babiness, that I also missed out on a cuddle here and there worrying about doing everything perfectly. It's like I didn't realize that the 'baby phase' REALLY ended as quickly as it did, even though experienced moms told me a billion times. I will do things differently when the next lil nugget comes around. Which means more toe munching, less worrying about how much baby weight I've lost.
I mean, come on. Ps. Those are my father-in-law's hands, not mine. That would be weird.
I want to squeeeeze it!
Anyway, my goal in my life right now is to really get the most out of each phase of my sweet daughter because it will disappear and then no longer exist quickly.
Like, now, Ave has taken to putting on costume jewelry (ignore the wild hair thanks) and walking around the house like it's normal to wear 75 huge necklaces at once:
And I know someday I'm going to miss that too. Like a lot.