
Lots of people told me I would take fewer pictures of the second one, that I would pay less attention, that everything would be less impressive because I have seen it already before. Miles is 1 month old today (and weighs 10 lbs already!), and I think it's almost the opposite. With Adelaide, I felt as though every stage was the new "forever"; although I knew that she would grow, some of those late nights, the "oh-dear-God-is-my-life-now-over?" moments seemed as though they were the new permanent reality. I had no idea how fast she would change, and how much I would miss each stage once it was gone. Now I know. And this time, I feel desperate to experience and appreciate every single moment. True, I have taken fewer pictures. But I've been too absorbed in our new precious little guy to set him down and find the camera (or do anything else, for that matter!). Now I know how fleeting each moment is, and I know that it won't be long before he runs off to play with no time for snuggles. So I am living it up, maximizing all possible time with my little 'blob' before the magical perfectness of this newborn stage is over. Yes, the second one is different, it's a bit less of a roller-coaster, but (so far at least) certainly no less thrilling.