"The Days Are Long, But the Years Are Short."

That's the D.R. quote of the day. I found it on a really neat list of Ten Ways to Be a More Light-Hearted Parent which Leigh twittered about this morning. The list is definitely worth checking out, but it's that quote at the end that really stuck with me.

Moms, how true? The days at home with little ones can sometimes feel endless, yet this time feels like it is slipping through my fingertips. For instance, this was my baby just yesterday, er, more than a year ago.And here she is just the other day. "Mom, can you please get that thing out of my face?"Which brings me to the real reason for this post. (You didn't think there was one, did you??) I thought Baby J was going to be my baby. I can't imagine her not being my baby. Alas, there is another baby, and so I thought a name change for her is in order. For the past few months we've been calling Baby J "JuJu." B said it one day and bam. It stuck. The way nicknames sometimes do. So, from here on out, she is no longer Baby J, but "JuJu" (sniff, sniff). You can still call her Baby J if you'd like. I won't mind one bit.