I blogged a couple of years ago about how when I visit a friend with a new baby - particulary their first, all the memories of my first baby (and second) come flooding back. Recently a friend of mine had her first baby and I am going through all those memories again. Every picture she posts I can remember my baby doing those same adorable things. But now my kids are growing up, as the cliche goes... too quickly.
Calvin has a terrible cold right now. His nose is running constantly. He has a low fever and he is so mopey. The worst is his cough. It's so hard to hear him cough especially through the night. I know there is nothing I can really do to help him feel better. He has to wait this out. Saturday night he started coughing at about 10. I tried to calm him down and get him back to sleep but the cough wouldn't stop. I finally just held him in my bed while I watched TV. The memories of those beginning few weeks where I spent so much time just holding my babies. Just holding them. He fell right asleep and finally stopped coughing for awhile. I help him for about half an hour. Just holding him. I stared at him and saw his beautiful baby face. He is right at the in-between phase of toddler to big boy. But he will always be my baby.