I got Hudson and Amelia out of the girls' bathtub, and inbetween reminding Hudson to brush is teeth and wrangling Amelia to get her pj's on, I heard Porter yell for me to look at him. I peek across the hall and acknowledge him and his silliness. He says to me "Take my picture, mom!"
I sighed. My phone was downstairs. I wanted everyone in bed. I began to tell him no and then I paused. No. These moments are going by too fast. They're growing up so fast. How do I know this won't be the last time he ever asks me to take a silly picture of him in the bathtub? How sad will I feel if I pass up this opportunity in my hands to document these fleeting moments of childhood that he is so quickly outgrowing?
So I told him to hang on. I ran downstairs and got my phone. So worth it. So. Worth it.