I don't know what it is about these last several days but I swear to god it seems as if I've blinked and literally each of my children has grown leaps and bounds.
Yesterday afternoon I walked into Maclane's nursery after I heard him stirring from his nap to find sitting up in his crib. Judging by the look on his face I'm not quite sure who was more surprised at the moment, he or I. For those of you not keeping count, he just turned seven months old. Didn't I just schedule my C-section to have him yesterday?
Carter, on the other hand, has just exploded into little boy-dom. Too many times I find myself staring at him slacked-jawed in utter wonderment. How in the world has my chunky 9 pound 10 ounce baldy morphed into this beautifully lean and exceptionally tall, wild-haired boy? Verbally he is picking up new words and phrases by the hour, something that up until late had me a bit concerned if we're being honest. Most recently he runs around the house rocketing his slender index finger into the air exclaiming, "AH HA! I get it!" and when he isn't doing that he's constantly checking his watch as if he could possibly be running late for some super important event in his Toddler World. When prompted for the time he matter-of-factly states, with a finger to his lip mind you, "Hmm. Let's see. Not night-night time!"
He is so, so funny. And so sensitive. But so funny.
More than that, however, his demeanor and the way he carries himself has changed. It's that he looks and acts so much older than the day before.
I am not okay with this, this growing up of the kids bit. I thought I would be ok.
With each milestone that Carter hit as a baby, I would wildly celebrate it and secretly look forward to the next one. I couldn't wait for him to start solids, to sit up, to crawl. With each milestone that Maclane tackles, I find myself near tears, willing time to slow down. I've written before about how I can't be done having babies yet but despite that desire for just one more more, I can't help but mourn the loss of a small bit of Maclane's baby-hood as he overcomes those milestones one by one.
It's not that I'm not excited for him it's just that I wish it would slow down. I wish I didn't feel the need to hold my eyelids open lest I blink and miss one more second of their little-ness.
I am not okay with this, this growing up of the kids bit. And something tells me it's only going to get worse.