We are officially out of 12 months clothes, and onto 18 months ones. He’s changing every single day. He’s running like crazy, climbing and exploring. He understands most of what I say now, and tries so hard to ask for what he wants. He gets so excited when I understand.
And as wonderful as it is to see him grow and change and develop, I can’t help but miss the little baby, just a bit.
because they get bigger every single day.
And I can’t help but get teary eyed
when I pack away another bucket of too-small clothes.