Sometimes I’m so afraid I’m going to forget the little things about these boys being babies. I already forget so much. Here’s a list of the teeny, tiny things they did as babies before they grow up and I can’t remember:
Quinn squeezes me with his knees…tiny knee hugs
Cash used to eat with his little arm out, flapping like a chicken wing.
Both of them make a mad muppet face when they’re frustrated nursing, but Cash more than Quinn.
Quinn sleeps beside me like a tiny peanut all curled in. He wants my cheek on his head and my hand patting his back to fall asleep. I wake up to him squirming and wriggling and clawing at me.
Sometimes Quinn pets me when he eats. Like a windshield wiper across my chest.
I remember talking about Cash’s monster breathing but can’t remember why he did it.
Cash used to pick his head up, turn it, and slam it on my chest when he was done nursing. Quinn just drifts off.
Both of them hate riding in the car in a car seat around 3-6 months. Cash would scratch at his own face. Quinn just screams until he’s hoarse and his eyes are puffy. Both make me feel incredibly bad for sticking them in there.
Cash used to be so serious when we would leave the house. In public, he would never smile. Quinn is the smiliest baby! He smiles a lot, even since his days in special care nursery, but more intentionally now
Rubbing Cash’s fingers to put him to sleep. Or kissing his eye lids.
Quinn waking me up by biting at me in my sleep and scratching at my chest
Cash shakes his head back and forth right before he goes to sleep.
Cash stands at the head board and holds up his finger in a one so I’ll count to three and then he falls onto the pillows.
Cash like for me to swirl his paci to him
Cash has started saying yes to everything. Would you like a bottle? He nods yes. Would you like to sit here? He nods yes.
Sometimes Cash hugs me or my arm or my head so tight when he’s going to sleep. Like he doesn’t want to lose track of me.
Cash is always walking around whistling
March 2017
Quinn’s cricket legs bc he rubs them together
Cash holding his bottle up when he’s finished
Quinn plays with my hair when he is nursing and just gazes up at me with such adoration. It’s almost too much.
Quinn finishes his bottle and curls in to snuggle
Cash’s “Yeah”
Cash’s little mall walker run with his little elbows out
Joyful Striving 