Here I go. I knew this would be a huge dumping ground......
My baby. My firstborn. My sweet, considerate, even, darling, 6 year old Caleb wears a SIZE 8. He's huge. He's a moose. At least that's what his pediatrician said at his 12 month check-up. The Merrell Moose. Yep. He's growing up. He can read. He can do addition and subtraction. He can write huge words, and I have to shop for him in the BOYS SECTION. Where they have skull shirts and everything looks....well.......older. It's happy and sad. I want him to grow and I love seeing what he's becoming, but where, oh where, did the time go?
Mama's kiss your babies because they do NOT stay little for long. Take it from me. The mom of the oldest, biggest, size 8 kid/man in the world. Seriously. When did that happen????!!!!!!
