They are such precious moments. Why must they keep growing? I know each new milestone is lovely, and sometimes a relief (as they outgrow continual night wakings, no longer need to be breastfed, can do things on their own etc), but I also find it sad. Time is fleeting and as each day, week, month rolls by I wish that I could just bottle them up! I joke that my big girl will be at Kindy next year and then ready to leave home but I feel like it's not that absurd.
