because they get bigger every single day.
And I can't help but get teary eyed
when I pack away another bucket of too-small clothes.
We are officially out of 12 months clothes, and onto 18 months ones. He's changing every single day. He's running like crazy, climbing and exploring. He understands most of what I say now, and tries so hard to ask for what he wants. He gets so excited when I understand.
And as wonderful as it is to see him grow and change and develop, I can't help but miss the little baby, just a bit.