As we prepare to meet Baby Boy number two, I'm sometimes struck by how much has happened in the past year and a half. I remember bringing Daniel home from the hospital in the same carseat (same make and model, that is; this is a new seat). He was so tiny that he swam in it, and we had to tuck baby blankets all around his head so he wouldn't flop to one side. Now look at him.
And his clothes ... was it only 18 months ago that he was wearing the sweet little onesies and layette gowns that I folded so carefully and lovingly last weekend? Oh how my baby has grown up ... and his little brother will, too. It makes a mama kind of sad, in a nostalgic sort of way.