My laundry baskets piled high with an assortment of tiny outfits for my tiny man. The daunting task is already complicated by the fact that I have to force ably retire some of his clothing to make room for more. When did he get so many pairs of pants?. I find it difficult to narrow it down despite how tight his 6 month clothing is on his tiny 10 month old body. I justify that as long as they still button, it still fits.
My work is side lined by the tell tale fussing and tugging at my leg. Its 9:30pm, an hour before I need to go to bed and I'm pinned against his changing table, nursing an easily distracted infant. Despite the inconvenience I try to cherish this brief moment. In just two short months I'll be nursing a toddler. In two short months, my 10 month old will be a 1 year old. I scoffed when my mother in law mentioned how quickly it all goes by. In my sleep deprived, naive mind I shouted back, "This maddness will last forever!". So now here I sit, and I wonder when my tiny 6 pound, 4 ounce baby grew into a handsome 18 pound boy. It all flew by so fast and my only regret was not cherishing those veggie baby days. "I can't wait until he can entertain himself" I thought. Now all I think of is "I can't wait till he sits still." I no longer have a veggie baby.
I'm finally released some 20 minutes later and finish folding the tsunami of clothes that had taken over my son's room. I remember the days of feeling him bouncing around in my belly, every new kick and roll. How tiny he was when I first held him and the surreal sensation of seeing him for the first time. How fragile he was. I pull out 12-24 month socks and try them on his feet. They fit nearly perfectly. When did your feet get so big? I try a second set marked toddler socks. Just a touch too big. At least for now, for this small window of time, he'll stay my little man until he can fit into them. He'll stay my little baby just a little bit longer.