Vaughn rolled over today. This morning I told him he would do it today, and he tried all morning and finally did it early this afternoon. At least this little boy listens to his mama. He also figured out how to make the motorboat sound today (no, he did not motorboat ME, he just motorboated... the air). Earlier this week I was reading back a few years in ye olde blog and noted that Greyson had already rolled over at this age. But he was still struggling to master the motorboat. It's really handy to look back and see when G did things, because it helps me anticipate when V will do them. But I also find myself comparing... something mom's are notorious for, something I try to avoid (even if it is my own two children).
I mean, comparing's alright, I have been comparing these two since they day Vaughn was born. But the judgement that comes along with the comparison is hard to avoid. G rolled over earlier, he was more advanced. Vaughn laughed a little earlier (in the mirror at Jo & Pops house on our vacation), he has a better sense of humor ;-)
I have an obsession with remembering. I wish I was like Marilu Henner and could remember everything. I'm afraid to forget, something I have to remind myself is natural. If I don't remember, how will it hurt me? I'm just afraid of letting go of the memories. So I should just be thankful everyday that I have hundreds of photos and videos of Vaughn, even if it's less than I have of Greyson. I should remind myself to record the important things, and even the everyday things here, so that I can enjoy the memories in the future. But if I never remember the exact day that Greyson first waved (at our garage sale, I think), or the moment that Vaughn discovered his hands? I hope I'll still live a happy and fulfilled life.
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