You've heard this a million times, "they grow up so fast". It's no lie. I was talking to an expecting friend today about what things I had that she can borrow. Things that a year and a half ago we were using. It went too fast. No matter how many times I was told this, and no matter how much I knew it was true...the reality is that it doesn't hit you until you are in the storm.
My baby, that used to be just a teeny baby now talks back to me; helps me clean; vocalizes her needs/desires/choices; calls me out on using bad words or when I talk to myself; wants to use lip balms; has preferences; uses those bad words in proper context; empathizes and sympathizes; loves and hates; and grows out of her clothes.
It all goes by too fast.
