We've all heard it, even if you're not a parent.
Parents of children saying things like "where does all the time go?" or "he/she is just growing up way too fast!". And it's true! Somehow, the act of having a baby throws time into a speed you've never seen before. I can attest to the fact, four months into my motherhood journey, that time goes faster after your baby is born. Big A and I constantly find ourselves saying "I can't believe we're already halfway through (whatever month it is we're in). When it's time to do a monthly YouTube update, I find my head spinning at the fact that my son is rounding the corner on 6 months old soon!
But, where does the time go? Like, honestly, why is it going so much faster than before? And the other day, I think I found the answer to that question.
A little more than a year ago, before baby plans were even on our radar, big A and I literally came and went as we pleased. You want to make a cake at 2 am? Cool, let's throw on some clothes and run to WalMart. You feel like having a beach trip today? Awesome, toss some swim suits into a bad and let's roll. The most time spent on our "getting-ready" routine was spent on my hair and makeup (and the quest for an outfit).
Yesterday, we decided halfway through the afternoon to meet big A's mom at BabiesRUs. We wanted to meet her there around 8PM, but our planning started much earlier than then. "Do you think he should take a nap before we go?" I asked big A while nursing him. He had already been up for an hour or so, and I knew that another hour of being awake would send him over the edge into crabvillle. After an hour or so nap, it was time to get him up and ready so we could be there on time. Queue up another nursing session, TWO outfits (because peeing on the first one is just hilarious), playing with toys to calm down a crying baby, and strapping a wiggly 4-month-old into his carseat (much harder than you'd imagine) and we're ready to go!
I make a quick trip around the house to make sure all the lights are off, when I hear big A calling me from the living room. Little dude threw up ALLL over himself, and his carseat. We spent the next 10-15 minutes cleaning everything up before we were finally ready to head out the door.
And then I realized, as I listened to my cooing baby in the back seat, that I had just spent the last 3-4 hours running around, cleaning up after, and being at the beck and call of that little boy. It's easy to see where all the time goes, it goes to them. Wiping snotty noses, and changing stinky butts, we as parents devote so much time to these little humans. Making silly faces, and reading bedtime stories. Rocking sick babies in steamed bathrooms, and tossing giggling littles into the air. So much of our time is spent on these little ones.
But the biggest reason for it all? Hanging out with these tiny little kiddos (whether you're cleaning spit-up, or snuggling with them) is fun. And time flies when you're having fun.
Until next time,
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