Don’t get me wrong, I love watching you grow. Every day you seem to babble a little more, move a little more, interact a little, even understand a little more. I love it, but it’s all happening too fast.
Way too fast.
And I know fast. Your brother was born yesterday and now he’s a first grader. Did you hear me? FIRST GRADE! He’s reading and doing math. He dresses himself. He takes his own baths. He even makes his own breakfast! You, on the other hand, can barely get a Cheerio in your mouth, and I kind of want to keep it that way. ok?
Just a mere 3 months ago you could barely fit in your car…
Look at you today..
Pretty soon you won’t fit in there!
So stop it. STOP GROWING!