SLOW DOWN...

...no, hurry up...ok, maybe a little slower...no, faster would be good...maybe just stay right there for a moment.

This is the back and forth conversation I have with myself when I'm trying to decide if I want them to grow up or not! Some moments I wish I could freeze - these times are so precious and the realization that they are so fleeting breaks my heart. I mean, how many parents get to watch their tiny 2 pound son quadruple his weight in three months? He's growing so quickly, Jeff and I swear he looks bigger EVERY morning when we get him out of bed. Slow down baby Tyler - you're going to be a grown boy in the blink of an eye. Slow down baby Elli - there will come a day when you'll be too big for me to pick you up out of the crib only to be greeted by that cute little smile. Slow down baby Haley - those sweet little noises you make when you eat are music to my ears. I will miss this stuff. It's priceless.

BUT... then there are those OTHER moments (or days). Take yesterday for instance. The insanity began at 3am and did not commence until 11:30pm last night. Screaming. All of them. All day. OK - hurry up and grow up so we don't feel tempted to put you out on the porch with the dog. Hurry up baby Tyler - I really can't handle being barfed on for much longer. Hurry up baby Elli - those "blow out" diapers are just plain wrong. Hurry up baby Haley - I can't wait for the day when you can wake up without wailing at the top of your lungs. I won't miss this stuff. It makes me miss my old life.

BUT...they slept like champs last night. Woke up to eat at 3am and not another peep until after 7am. I was so proud! They all had groggy looks on their faces this morning, like they weren't quite sure exactly where they were. So cute. Freeze that moment...