Where does the time go?

It is an old question, and one that I seem to ask myself a lot.

Grant, my baby, is a toddler. He is trying to walk. He only drinks from a sippy cup, and that cup, holds real milk instead of formula (well, soy milk due to his alergy). He eats table food. We are donating all our remaining jars of baby food to a food pantry this holiday season. (I overstocked just a little!) He likes all bread products and bread like products, meatballs, chicken nuggets, soy/veggie cheese, bananas, and applesauce. We can't get him to eat veggies but we keep trying and I'm going to start slipping baby vitamins into his milk once a day. I don't know how he manages it all with only 2 teeth, but he's amazing.

Daily, I look at my kids and wonder where the time went. I am especially hard hit when I have to put away the outfits they outgrow after wearing once, or not wearing at all. I save all those... just in case.

This is a dangerous phase for me. I don't have a baby anymore, and my little one is not yet toddler enough to be difficult. It's this phase that I think about another one. And Adam checks my pills daily! (just kidding, but he might consider it!) I'm not ready for another baby now, but I want one, someday. But that, is another story for another YEAR!