Pouty rosebud mouth, peachy cheeks, salmon creases where your skin touched the mattress, rumpled hair, smooshy just woke up face, and flirty shy wake up smiles.
Outgrown are so many of the clothes your sisters wore before you. Outgrown quickly, too quickly. No other baby of mine will wear them.
Soon there will be no more crib, no more middle of the night bonding, no more quick baby breaths against my neck, no more open mouth kisses. You are my last baby and while you always be a baby to me I know I have to document these last bits...the hush hush of putting you down to sleep, or the shhhhh's to calm you, the way you curl your little body against mine, the glow of your peachy pink skin, the nuzzling, the coos, the toothless grins, the famished frenzied nursing after nap or the groggy silent feeding waltz in the middle of sleep.
My peaches and cream baby. Where has the time gone?
Top to Bottom: Moda Ruby Cotton Grey Dainty, Kona Salmon, Kona Peach, Deerfield Zig Zag Pink, 3 Sisters Etchings Floral Script, Aneela Hoey Posy Bouquet Honeysuckle, Kona Ivory
- rebecca lynne
Note to self: This overwhelming sadness all started because Miss O outgrew the awesome crocheted piggy hat, the pink and gray one with the sparkly faceted buttons for eyes. When I realized no one else was ever going to be small enough to wear that hat in our household it really hit me how much Phi had grown.