keeping track

i don't actually know the amount of sleep i get anymore. 

i don't keep track. 

i don't know how many diapers we've gone through in two in a half weeks. 

i don't keep track. 

i can't remember the last time i took a long shower. 

i don't keep track. 

+ i definitely don't know how many loads of baby laundry we've done or how many times we've used the vacuum to put eli to sleep,

i'm not keeping track. 

but i do know that every morning, eli wakes up happier then can be + stretches his way through his diaper changing. 

i'm keeping track. 

i know that I cried over how cute he was everyday that first week + I've slowed it down to only every other day. 

i'm keeping track. 

that his favorite place to sleep is on my chest + that jay is the best at putting him to sleep. 

the hours we spent looking at our baby pictures, trying to figure out who he looks like + the countless times i've kissed the yummiest of cheeks, 

i'm keeping track. 

because at 3oclock in the morning, when it's quiet besides the sounds of eli feeding + his hands are on my chest, i'm keeping track of that.

it's easy to keep track of that. 

keeping track