Every First Brings a Last
"Mom, what's in this bottle? I really like it."
"Mmm.Good"
Nola had her first taste of Vitamin D milk today. Those of you who know me are saying, but she isn't even a year. I know. I know. The whole bottle isn't Vitamin D, it's half formula. I am introducing it this week so we will be off of formula when we go to New Orleans next Monday.
But as my friend Jen wrote on her blog, every first brings a last. As a new mom, we are impatiently waiting for the next milestone to take place, and we forget about the lasts. As we approach Nola's first birthday this Saturday I am extremely happy, but I am also sad. Where has this year gone? And each one will go faster than the next. I know this is only changing over to milk, but soon the bottles will be gone and my little girl will be going to school.
I am making a pact to try to cherish each moment, even when she is throwing stuff out of the grocery cart into the aisles or screaming to crawl on the dirty floor. I will be wishing for these times back soon enough. Enjoy it!
I love you Nola!
But as my friend Jen wrote on her blog, every first brings a last. As a new mom, we are impatiently waiting for the next milestone to take place, and we forget about the lasts. As we approach Nola's first birthday this Saturday I am extremely happy, but I am also sad. Where has this year gone? And each one will go faster than the next. I know this is only changing over to milk, but soon the bottles will be gone and my little girl will be going to school.
I am making a pact to try to cherish each moment, even when she is throwing stuff out of the grocery cart into the aisles or screaming to crawl on the dirty floor. I will be wishing for these times back soon enough. Enjoy it!
I love you Nola!
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