Megan is now 7 months old. Where did the time go?!  I look at her sometimes and feel like she was just born days ago.  Time is flying and sometimes I really wish I could slow it down.  I want to keep her a little baby forever.  But, on the other hand, it is so fun watching her grow.  Two weeks ago she was just sitting and playing.  Now, she is rolling, scooting around on her tummy and my favorite – clapping.  There is nothing cuter than watching her clap those chubby little hands together and bounce up and down.  Awww, so I do enjoy watching her grow and change.  It is so fun to watch each new stage.  But, I know from experience with my son, that now time shifts into warp speed.  The next thing I know she will be crawling, then walking, then running, then… 

We are on vacation at the beach.  So tonight, my Dad read Little E his bedtime story in the living room.  We then asked him who he wanted to tuck him in bed and sign him his bedtime song.  He said, “I do it all by myself.  Good night!”  What?!  Good night, just like that?  No tucking him in with Teddy Bear?  No Twinkle Twinkle Little Star?  It was then that I realized that the bedtime routine is much more for my sake than his.  I tried not to feel too sad because tomorrow he will probably be back to wanting me to tuck him in.  But, oh man, when did he get so big? 

I keep thinking my little family is complete with two.  I feel so grateful and thankful for my two happy, healthy children.  But, on nights like this, I wonder if the baby bug might bite again…