Last night Jack was a chatter box, which describes his last few days, and I wanted to capture it on the video camera - Until I remembered that it was full and needed to be uploaded onto the computer. So, I got my wonderful husband to complete said task and we then spent the whole night watching old videos of Jack. I cried, a lot. Jack LOVED watching himself on the TV and kept saying 'OWEN?!' and we had to remind him it was Jack. We will have to take a video of him watching the videos of himself, he just smiles and laughs.
Anyway.
We got the video camera just after Jack was born, he was probably two or so months old. But! We were really bad about using it and instead would use the video funtion on our phones. Well, the dog ate my phone and I washed Clay's phone (whoops!) so we thought we lost all of the video of Jack walking. GONE. FOREVER. Until we uploaded the 122 videos of him last night (okay, a few were Owen, but still - 122!? REALLY?!)
There it was. My naked, well diapered but mostly naked, Jack taking some of his first steps. I cried, a lot. I was so happy to have found that small little 4 minute video of a time in our lives that was so exciting and thought to be gone forever. Jack just kept turning to me and asking 'Are you otaaaay?' and helping me wipe my tears.
Where did my little baby go. I kept turning to Clay, tears streaming down my face, saying 'I don't remember him being this little!' It's just another reminder that kids grow up too fast and life just flies by, no matter how hard to try to slow it down.
