Don't Blink

After I gave birth to Isaiah two-and-a-half years ago, the advice I heard most often was, "Enjoy every minute of it. You blink, and they're all grown up."

I decided after hearing this over and over that there was only one solution to looking back and feeling like your kids had grown up too fast: don't blink. I became super-conscious and super-attached to Isaiah. I wore him next to my heart in a sling, and spent many days going at his pace rather than mine. The result was a wonderful feeling of connection with my son, and the feeling that there was not a lot of wasted time between us. He was -- and still is -- my little sidekick, and every day is a new day for us.

I'm trying not to blink with Milo, either, but somehow these first four weeks have passed much, much too quickly. I feel like he should be two weeks old, not almost five, as I hurtle through time towards my return to work.

But, he is four weeks, almost five, and the proof is in something wonderful that happened yesterday: Milo smiled for the first time.

And then he did it again and again in the mirror of my wide open eyes.