Throughout my pregnancy, I kept looking forward to the next big milestone. I couldn't wait to feel the baby move, then I couldn't wait to find out if we were having a boy or girl, then I couldn't wait to just get the boy out of me. I had a hard time enjoying the present because I was focused more on whatever was coming next. Now that Perrin is here, I find myself doing the same thing. I can't wait for him to crawl because he'll be soooo cute; I can't wait for him to walk so I don't have to carry him everywhere; I can't wait for him to talk so he can tell me what he wants; etc, etc.
But at the same time, I don't want to wish away the time too quickly. He won't be our tiny newborn baby for long. He's already grown so much. I'm making a new goal to just revel in whatever stage he's in and not try to wish it away too quickly.
So here's where we are: Perrin has recently learned to blow spit bubbles and has discovered his right foot. I'm very proud. :)