Ethan rolled over this morning, and unfortunately I missed it. I put him down on his playmat, so I could go take a shower. I heard him chattering away as he usually does, and when I came back to check on him there he was on his stomach.
I'm amazed, even after all of the warnings that I have received from so many other mothers, at the speed at which Ethan is growing and changing. It seems like every week he's doing something new. It is just unthinkable that it has already been almost 6 months since he was born. I try so hard to hold on to each stage, to memorize his face, his movements and his sounds, but time just keeps on flying by. Memories start to fade just a little more each day. I look at him on his changing table, and it seems like yesterday he was only half this size. I would love to freeze time right now at this stage he's at. He's beautiful.
