I was totally that way with my children, weren't you? We probably have 538 photos from the first 3 weeks of our first born child's life. When it came to the second child, I still took lots of photos, but we'd learned to relax a bit by then (or exhaustion had worn us down - sort of the same thing) and did not feel the same urgency to record every single yawn, smile, and puzzled frown.
Our children are grown now (for whatever reason I refuse to call them adults though they are chronologically eligible) and honestly, if I can get two photos a year of either one I count myself fortunate. So now I take my photographic urges out into the garden beds and fuss over the other babies - the plants.
But back to the bloom. It is a good thing Heather motivated me to check back, because...ta daaaa! The first flower ever to grace the cholla plant is open for business.
I'm pretty sure this is a Cylindropuntia imbricata. It came unlabeled as a gift in one of those small mixed cacti garden dish bowls, years ago. I moved it (gingerly) from this pot to that until I decided to take a deep breath and give it a bed to dominate.
At least for a gardener as uncoordinated as I am. There's no telling when or where I might lurch or land as I unceremoniously yank or stretch to weed or prune. Zigging when you should zag around a cholla? No, thank you very much! But with a sweet flower like this much can be forgiven, wouldn't you agree?