I’ve been bagging up R’s clothes that he’s outgrown. 2 full bags. I buy too much clothes.
He’s growing so fast. He’s so brave, so fearless. I feel like I’m missing it. I just blinked and he was scooting. Now he runs.
He’s my only child and he’s growing too fast. He’s so funny, so mischievous. I try to remember when he was first born, so little. Barely any hair. He now needs another haircut.
Oh, my baby. You’re a little boy already.