Swift Kick

Did you know we have two adorable boys?

With all this house building, renovating, time sucking ridiculousness that is going on around us, I haven’t spent much time in the last 8 months talking about them. I know that I should have.  I kick myself with heavy “momma guilt”   boots every day. I see them do something ridiculously adorable and I mentally take note to WRITE IT DOWN, because somehow in that moment I’m convinced I’ll always remember it (or something like that).

But you can’t always remember it. Sadly, I barely remember what it was like when Collin was a baby. I stare at his adorable face and I try, desperately to think of him as a tiny little infant in my arms and my brain refuses. It wants to continue on with Collin as an almost 4 year old, and I’m stuck in the middle, wishing I had more access to those memories in real time as I enjoy the moments today that I know in 5 years, I’ll be yearning to recall.

But there is one magical place I can find those moments and take a little time warp.

It's this blog.

And, selfishly, for no other reason, I will always have this blog to go back and see their little lives. I’ve created it for myself. An “everyday” babybook, that before the age of the interwebs was nearly impossible. Sure, there were photos, you know, of those special occasions- but what I want to relive the most is the everyday stuff. I can recall the memories of the special occasions—those aren’t so hard. I can’t recall every single one of the funny, tiny little gifts of time, moments of pure joy my boys have given me, and I desperately want to.

So that big heavy boot is for good reason these days, because now there is an expanse of 8 months or so, where I can’t get it back. I’ve not blogged about their everyday lives, and now I’ve forgotten what I would have said.

So, in true to Alisha fashion, I’m going to grab on to what I can and assemble a few posts about them to help sooth my inner anxieties about missing it all. Because no matter how much you think you understand how fast they grow up you can’t possible truly taste that speed until you are right there in the minute watching your own children with your own eyes. 

Its like you blink and they are four.

Kick. Kick. Kick.

Ah, the struggles of parenthood.