Expired Magazine Subscriptions

I know it’s cliché to talk about how fast the time flies by, but when you have a living, growing baby to mark the time by… Man. Does the time sure fly.

Today I packed up drawers upon drawers of clothes Everett doesn’t fit into anymore and I was amazed at how much he’d outgrown already. Cute little socks and layettes piled in stacks around his room- stuff I couldn’t believe he’d ever fit into. What happened to my little boy? Didn’t I just come home from the hospital? Wasn't I just sitting on my couch wallowing in my post-partum sadness crying about the newborn who hated breastfeeding? I could have sworn that was last week…

Now that “newborn” sits up, rolls over, and scoots his way around a room in seconds. It’s like I blinked, and he wasn’t such a little guy anymore. Suddenly we need a different diaper size and an extra case of baby squash because he loves it so much. Bring on the nine month onesies because the little ones won’t button. Should I be scoping out colleges?

It makes me sad. It’s going by too fast, all of it. I never noticed time passing until my baby came around. Jon and I will have been together seven years in March. Seven. If I can’t measure the months in inches like Everett does on his chart, how do I? By my expired magazine subscriptions? Guess I better hurry up… travel to Italy. Fly in a hot air balloon. Something.