Navy is becoming a big boy in so.many ways. He walks and talks. He picks up his toys. He writes or colors. He can do so many things for himself.

Yet, he shows me in sweet, little ways that he is still a baby.

He still sits in my lap to put his socks on. He tosses in his crib, that he hasn’t learned to climb out of (yet). He still wants held and cuddled when he doesn’t feel good.

It’s bittersweet. I love seeing him learn new things and be able to do more for himself. At the same time,  I hate it because my boy is growing up.

Why does it go so fast?!