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where did this big child come from, and what did you
do with my tiny little baby?
 i know i say this all the time. but where in the heck does time go?

leaving for work this morning, my husband was still asleep and so was the baby. (the daycare is closed for good friday so my husband stayed home with john.) when i peeked in at john sleeping, he looked like a big kid (see the picture above). not like a sweet little baby bundle, but like a big ol' boy. sure, he's still small in size. but the way he holds himself, even when he's sleeping, has more child in it than baby.

and yes, i'm waxing philosophical here a bit, but i can just tell i am going to bat my eyelashes and he'll be driving. he's coming up on a year already ... and then two ... etc. i know it's the natural way of things. i know every single mama in the world feels the same way. but i just look at this little creature that i nurtured in my body for 9 months and i think ... how did that little fluttery bump in my belly become this independent human being?

it's a miracle, no doubt.
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Unknown said…
Alexandra is only 18 weeks and I sometimes feel that she looks more like a toddler when she is sleeping. Of course when she is awake, she doesn't have all the developmental signs of a toddler. But as you said, it will happen fast.
April 22, 2011 at 9:45 AM
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