Growing Up

The Boy is aging. I always heard from other parents, including my own, how quickly children get older/bigger/taller/etc., but never paid them old folks any mind. I mean, for me, childhood was an unendingly slow process, a seeming eternity of youth...a phase I really don't feel all that far removed from.

Well, anyway, it's all true. Lately I've been waking up in the morning (and mind you, by morning I mean the 11am wake-up, not to be confused with the 1:30am, 4:00am, 7:00am, and 9:30am wake-ups) and groggily casting my gaze at Young Old. Without fail, each time, it's as if I'm staring at a new baby. His nose gets bigger, his eyes change color, his hair gets longer in some places, more sparse in others, he lengthens, he widens, he loses body parts (the umbilical cord stump fell off this week), his ears end up in different locations, and his scrotum shrinks or enlarges depending on cosmic factors obviously far beyond the reach of my ape-like understanding of the inner-workings of the universe.

He's twelve days old and already looking like a good little hipster with his tight tight pants and t-shirts showing off a bit of abdomen whenever he stretches. In fact, we've had to ditch many of his "Newborn"-sized outfits because it just looked silly having to utilize two individual onesies in tandem just to cover the kiddo. Someone sure dumped water on this mogwai.

Okay Mom, you can stop the sagely nods, just-wait-and-sees, and one-day-you'll-understands. You were right. Though I hate to admit it, we do indeed "grow up so fast. "