and my baby got big.

he’s already growing out of these clothes…  

and already tall enough to reach the piano keys at Great Grandmas…   

 

and big enough to start sharing snacks with his sister? (although “sharing” is a relative term. I think he ended up with 3 from the whole box.)

 

and big enough to ride the carousel…

sigh.

 some would tell me its time for another. this someone would tell them that they’re crazy.