the tears have been flowing lately when i look at my baby

because he’s not nearly as much of a baby anymore

and it’s all happening So. Fast. like way faster than it’s supposed to. and it makes me cry.

in the beginning it’s a much slower process - you have your baby and then, hey, 2 months later “he smiled at me!” and weeks later “he finally reached for that toy!”

the milestones are just so much smaller (though they feel so big at the time) but they’re also few and far between

and now, Now!, in the past 3 weeks this kid has gone from scooting across a room on his belly/face to zipping down the hall on his hands and knees, he’s planting his feet flat on the floor mid crawl so he’s half way to standing, he’s pulling himself up to standing on anything he can reach, he’s walking around holding onto these things, and now this little buttercup has his bottom left tooth cutting through - i can see it so i’m assuming it’s a day or two away from being out.

and that was kind of the straw that broke this Momma. he’s growing up too fast. i mean i knew all these things were going to happen but they weren’t supposed to all happen so fast or this soon. my heart breaks when i realize that gummy smile will be gone in a matter of hours.

i’m really excited to watch this kid continue to develop and break barriers and just excel at life but it feels like it’s happening at warp speed. and i’m not ready. i feel like just yesterday i was bringing the little muffin home.

ugh, can someone please figure out how to stop time already??