moments book

[molly2]

This sort of relates to Binker's thread about 'happy to have an only child but sad about the passing of time' .
I started a 'moments' book yesterday - I have been intending to do it for a while now (ds is 14 months). I had been wanting to find something that I could preserve those special priceless moments of my son. It's just a small but decorative notebook and for each page (have only written about 5 so far) I've made a few comments about particular moments that when they occurred I knew I would always want to remember. I'm being realistic about it as I know I won't always have the time to write things down but I'm so pleased I've got in and started it as I know it's something I will treasure. I just thought I'd share the first 'moment' with you. ds was 10 weeks old and while I was feeling so blessed and grateful that after years of trying he had finally arrived, the birth was quite traumatic (then again, who's isn't) and when I first laid eyes on him I think I was still in a state of shock aided by the drugs no doubt as well. He was a good baby and things were going along failry smoothly but my emotions were all OVER the place (then again whose aren't!). So on this particular day, we had gone to the shops and I passed this temporary stall that was taking baby photos. I went on with my shopping but when I passed the stall again I decided to ask about having his photo taken. They were able to do it right there and then and they picked him up and placed him amongst lots of cuddly teddy bears. The photographers were so lovey with him and he was having such a wonderful time, smiling and laughing and gooing and gaaing. I was standing at a distance laughing at him so much that all the sounds within the shopping store stopped and I just felt complete happiness and joy for the first time. What are some of your first moments?

I didn't want you to be lonely on here Molly, so here is an excerpt from an e-mail I sent to a friend (and to myself for posterity).

Anyway after finishing it I really felt I had to tell someone about a beautiful moment that I had this evening. I had picked up Sebastian to take to bed - and I always make sure that when Olaf is home that he says goodnight and I usually take his hand and wave bye bye for him (in german it is vinka vinka). He has only twice before waved of his own volition. The first time was at the supermarket where I had pulled alongisde another shopping trolley with a little girl about the same age as Sebastian, being pushed by her dad. We let them stare at each other for a little while and she leant over and touched his hand. As we parted I just told him say vinka vinka and he did wave. Two days later he waved at another mum I had been visiting with her little girl. But tonite, the three of us - Olaf lying on the lounge and me standing holding Sebastian on my hip, waved good night. Tears came into my eyes - it was such a gorgeous moment.