Those footsteps in the sand seem mighty transient indeed.
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# 23 of MY THIRTY DAYS OF THANKSGIVING
17 hours ago
Monday, November 15, 2004
Noah gets boosted
Little man reached another milestone in his young life today as he moved out of his car seat and into a booster seat. Please see the previous photo-post for some background on why we made the transition with just a touch of sadness in our hearts. My wife and I will be spending much of the week accepting the fact that he's not as small as he was just a few days ago.
Those footsteps in the sand seem mighty transient indeed.
Those footsteps in the sand seem mighty transient indeed.
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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.
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 :)
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.
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