time flies

we were at the beach for the holiday and came back early to avoid the big storm. shortly after we got back home, the rest of the family decided to come over and stay on the mainland until the storm passed. it was really great having everyone around on our home turf and i don't know what got into me, but as i was watching baby walk down the street on the way to the playground like a big girl, i got all teary eyed and sad about how fast she's growing up. just over the past couple of weeks, she's changed so much. she's really coming out of her shell and just seems like before we know it, she'll be talking and going off to school. i don't know why it made me so sad. i think it was because it seemed like only a week ago, she just started walking and we were so thrilled about her walking down the street on her little wobbly legs. all this sentimentality over baby growing up makes me wonder if i'd be ok having another baby. i wonder if i'd be just as unhappy as i was the first time around or if i'd be better since i'd know what to expect. it definitely wouldn't be easier having a second because you still have the first to deal with, but i just don't know. as much as i've been dying for baby to finally stop being a baby, there's something so special about little babies. maybe i'm just temporarily insane right now. i can't believe what i'm saying. maybe i've finally fallen and can't get up.