My baby is growing up. B started movin and shakin this past week.
I know I should be happy, but as I pack away his 3-6 month outfits and put out the 6-12months, I can't help but feel sad that I won't be doing all the infant things again.
Each milestone is another reminder that its the last.
And I can't stop it, so I have to embrace it.
I love you to the moon, B, and so proud of your accomplishments!
Vroom. Vroom.
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