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