Those footsteps in the sand seem mighty transient indeed.

A brief-yet-ongoing journal of all things Carmi. You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll reach for your mouse to click back to Google. But you'll be intrigued. And you'll feel compelled to return following your next bowl of oatmeal. With brown sugar. And milk.
11 comments:
You better watch it or you guys will be like me. One day my son was a newborn, (10lbs 8oz I might add). I turned around 3 times and BAM... (yes like Emeril) He is 22, almost 7 ft tall and going to college!
What the hell happened???LOL
Oh, he's soo cute! I got my oldest son's class picture and I swear he looks 14. He's only 10. Blew my mind. Thirty is gonna hurt next year!
What a cute boy, Carmi!! I can see that he takes after his mom! :-) (Just kidding, Carmi - but not about your boy being cute.)
Oh, I know the feeling. My oldest is out of a booster now. The seat will be used for a few more years.
Sometimes I just hold my son, wishing he could stay the size he is. But then he colours on the walls, or builds a bridge of kitchen chairs so that nobody can move in the hallway, and then I'm anxious for him to get just a little older.
But not too quickly. Can't this last forever? I wish it could.
Your boy is beautiful! My boy is almost too big for his harness, so we'll be switching to the plain ol' seatbelt soon. (sniff) Almost makes me want another one. Almost. :-)
I'm with you. It will only be days - if I'm lucky a couple of weeks - until my baby goes into the booster and we say goodbye to the last carseat. I should be excited but I'm not. I can remember having 3 in carseats & 1 in a booster seat at one time. What happened???
VERY cute!
before you know it, he'll be asking to borrow the car :)
He's beautiful! It's a milestone, indeed.
Ahhh Carmi ... I'm afraid to measure out my little noodle to see if he's ready for that giant leap. I confess we still have him in a crib in which he's hopelessly cramped. Bad mom'n dad.
I always get a catch in my throat when I look at these kinds of pictures. They make me want to find my little people, wherever they are, and nag them for just one more hug.
Noah is still at the age where he willingly gives affection. I know this will expire at some point, so I cherish every squeeze around my neck. It pretty much makes the flotsam and jetsam of everyday life seem completely insignificant.
Bittersweet isn't it? My youngest just went from rear facing to forward facing in his baby seat.
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