Last weekend we stopped swaddling our daughter and began sleep training (I know, it's controversial. It made sense to us, it might not be a good fit for you. I respect that.) all at one go. Due to a variety of boring reasons, we started all of this on an earlier night that we'd originally talked about. This meant that on my last night of putting our daughter to bed all wrapped up like a burrito, I didn't know it was the last night. The next day I had pangs of disappointment over not getting to "say goodbye" to the baby burrito.
It's hard to believe that at only 4.5 months, she's already leaving some stages and entering others. My camera just doesn't seem to be able to capture everything I want it to. Like the way she violently flings her head forward as she sneezes multiple times in a row, and then ends with a sneeze-less "Ah-hmmm." Or the way her eyes get bigger and her face lights up with pure, unadulterated glee right before she eats. Or my recent favorite, the way she puts her hands on my cheeks, closes her eyes, and lets out a little sigh when I lean in for an eskimo kiss.
I'm trying my best to take a moment every day to fully soak in her Josephine-ness of that day, because I know it will be different tomorrow. And then I just have to trust that my memory will do a better job of capturing these moments than an electronic device ever could.