From the time he was just a week old people would ask how many months he was. I am starting to cringe at this question. Not because I don't like me a big baby, cause I definitely love some good chub(hence the reason I'm having a hard time letting go of my own). But because I'm not sure it's just his size that makes people question. It's also in his face. He is a man already!
I have heard of people taking a face shot of their babies everyday for the first year to notice how much they change. This sounded like a good idea until I missed his face shot even before the first week was over. This top picture is Jace at just 3 days old. And below is a picture on day 25.
But back to this whole growing up thing. I think I know why I'm having this dilemma. There is something special about holding a newborn so fresh and innocent, straight from a perfect Heaven and a perfect Father. The longer they have been here and the older they get, the more that innocence is lost. They learn how to hit and yell, how to say no and eventually talk back. And I'm supposed to teach them right from wrong and hope they learn to make wise decisions. Talk about some pressure! This whole parenting thing gives me more anxiety than I ever knew one could have, and my oldest isn't even two.
Maybe with Camden I didn't fully understand this concept. And now I can see the bad habits we created in him and the things we could've taught him differently. But seeing how we can't go back in time to fix them, I can hope time stands still until I perfect this parenting thing. Wish my kids luck!
PS. Happy 29th Cinco De Mayo Chad!