I’ve been looking at baby photos all weekend. Out of necessity the vast majority of my photos are stored on an external drive. Also out of necessity the hard drive isn’t attached to the computer because I have kind of a floating office (as in I don’t have one). So I rarely look at photos that are any older than three months.
I forget how different Riley looks. I forget how far she has grown from her babydom. And it’s incredible to me that for the first two years she didn’t talk. It’s impossible to imagine my little chatterbox not talking.
But still. Some tiny hints. Tiny little remnants remain. That crinkled nose. She used to screw up her nose all the time as a baby. And for ages I couldn’t figure out what she was doing. Until I realised that my nose wrinkles when I smile.
It weighs on my mind whether to start her for school next year. I don’t think she’ll be emotionally ready. When I pick her up from preschool she often reverts to a bit of babytalk or one word sentences. And I know what that means. A year is a long time. But it’s not that long. And I don’t see her being ready even though I think it would be so weird for her to be 18 for the better part of her final year at school. This is why it’s much better to have baby’s born in the second half of the year.
Last night I was kissing her cheeks as she lay in bed and she said ‘mummy stop kissing me, I’m trying to get to sleep’
As I suspected, you blink and it’s over. And you find yourself looking at pictures of a baby you used to know.
A baby I used to know. On her first birthday. I love that Morgan is in this photo.
My name is Zoey. 
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