Today, my baby is closer to being a toddler than a newborn. What the hell, time? You had no problem stretching six months out while I was anxious to meet my baby. You had no problem slowing the clock down when I spent weeks at a time hunched over the toilet. But now? Now that things are getting fun, you're speeding up.
And it's not fair.
My tiny 8 lb 10 oz baby is 16 pounds now. She no longer fits in her adorable newborn sleepers. Rather, she's wearing people clothes, size 9 months. Instead of staying still in one place looking all cute she's scurrying around the house chewing on cords (still cute, though.)
Please slow down.
At least until we hit the terrible twos.
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