Because I looked at Barclay today and he didn't look like a baby anymore:-(
I have tried to savor every moment like everyone keeps warning me. And I have. But time doesn't stop. I don't think I could have treasured his newborn months any more than I did, but that doesn't make it any easier to deal with how much he's grown up.
Today he started scooching. I left him for less than 5 minutes on a quilt in the living room and when I came back he was under the coffee table.
I'm scared to even sleep lest I miss a moment.
The love I have for him is welling up in me more and more every day. I know in public I look like a love sick puppy. And that's OK with me!