He's not really a baby. Not anymore. He'll be THREE in March(*sob*)but he's still "the baby" to me. I think he probably will be until he's at LEAST twenty five--even if he does (almost understandably) get upset about that.
Sometimes I manage to forget how big he is. Until I run across days like today. I measured him today, and do you know how tall he is? 37.5 INCHES! (That's 3 feet, 1.5 inches!!) And he's not even 3! This completely confirms my fear that I will be looking up his nose by the time he's ten.
I feel so short. And old. And sad at how big my little baby has gotten. And I'm sure it will only get worse as he gets older and bigger.
Good thing he gets cuter everyday too.
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