Tonight was the first night of not giving Caleb a bedtime bottle. I know it's corny, and he is ready to stop drinking from a bottle, but that last precious bottle, before he tucks in for the night, is making me blue. He didn't seem to mind it all, and after reading a few books, he was more than happy to give me kisses and go to bed.
I've already noticed, in more ways than I can count, how fast that precious time of babyhood goes by. As I box up the bottles, I clearly remember the times where we rocked and cuddled and shared that special time while he drank a bottle. I know I'll probably bring them back out again someday for the next baby, but I'll never have those moments again with Caleb. Yes, there is a time and place for everything, and I know there are great moments ahead, but tonight I'm taking the chance to reflect on how far we've come in such little time.
So to you moms or moms-to-be out there, remember this:
"Cleaning and scrubbing can wait for tomorrow, because babies grow up I've learned from my sorrow. So quiet down cobwebbs, and dust go to sleep. I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep."
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