lost in the moment

I know I mention it with every monthly post, but time is rushing past me. My sweet little baby is changing before my very eyes and I don't want to miss a moment. It feels so unfair that I have to give up any time with him, but such is life.

We've all settled into a pretty good routine around here. Once we get home from work and daycare I feed my little guppy some solids and then head back to a quiet room to nurse him. We sit in complete silence with a dim light on so Quinn doesn't become distracted.

Lately he has been falling asleep after this nursing session {I assume from all the fun at daycare} and I can't help but just soak in the moment. I sit there with him fast asleep across my lap and memorize every little thing I can.

I don't want to forget.

I don't want to forget the color of his beautiful red hair that changes from strawberry blonde to auburn and everything in-between depending on the light; how he already has a cowlick that swoops to the left above his left eye.

Or the way his perfectly pink lips pucker every so slightly with his bottom lip protruding just a bit more than his top and his wonderfully chubby cheeks that he gets from me.

I don't want to forget how soft his pale pink skin feels or how his toes curl just a bit.

I sit there watching the rise and fall of his chest, his complete relaxation, and I can't stop myself from holding his tiny hands in mine.

I truly become lost in the moment. The mile long list of to-dos completely escapes from my mind and I just enjoy the now. When he's grown I want to be able to always remember.

Before I even realize how much time has passed, Quinn stirs and flashes a big smile up at me. The moment has passed and we continue on with our evening cooking dinner, folding laundry, and playing some flying baby.