Ted's commercial agents gave Abe these shorts and shirt last year when he first got home. At the time, I thought they looked huge, like they'd never ever possibly fit him.
We're now letting out the adjustable strap on the shorts and the shirt is nearly too small. Kids get bigger. They grow out of clothes. They start talking, telling you that they're afraid of the dark, don't like bananas, and that dad looks like Abe Lincoln and mom, Beyonce (the boy has an imagination, what can I say?). They try to gross you out by leaning down on the potty to smell their freshly laid poop. They are little people. Not babies. No, not babies, "not today" as Abe says.
Another Gladney mom sent me a photo today of wee tiny itty-bitty sleeping baby Abe that she just found. I had to really study it to see if it was really him. The ears gave him away, that and the slope of his eyebrow. He was so tiny, so breakable. Now, he seems indestructible.
I'm not saying anything new. It's just weird to watch your kid go from baby to...well, to kid.
This is a beautiful, delightful read. Well said, friend, well said.
oh, he's just getting so BIG. This makes me think of one of the songs on that fab CD you sent me - it was the second track, about the baby growing up so quickly. He sure is a kid, these days....
So funny! What a character your boy must be. He is definitely a boy. So different from girls, aren't they? Abe Lincoln! So funny.
I miss you guys.
Isn't it the truth? I packed up some wee baby clothes for my soon to be nephew and was almost in tears - I thought I'd never be *that* mom, but yep, I am. Our sweet babes are becoming little boys.
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