This guy is just getting too big too fast. I know I should be excited that in just about 2.5 years I’ll never deal with diapers again. So far It’s been non-stop for 7 year I should be glad to have uninterrupted sleep forever. No more diaper bag (I get to have my own purse…what is a purse?), no getting spat up on, no more losing teeny tiny socks. You get the picture. This is great news right? Wrong. I am already sad that he’s drooling. Drooling means teeth, and future weaning and talking and feeding himself, and not needing me to hold him anymore. This is no good.
I must be thankful for every 4am feeding. Before I know it he’ll be wiping my bottom. Well, maybe not him…but someone will.
I used to think that people who said that years fly by were old. I guess that makes me old. Now I understand all too well. Babies grow up quick. Life goes by too fast.