Wait...what?!

My denial couldn't withstand any longer. Grayson's sleep 'n plays were being pulled off of his shoulders when he stretched his legs, all of his long sleeves were entirely too short, and buttoning his onesies was growing harder each day. I knew it was time to make the switch to the next size up. 3-6mo., or 6months as Carter's calls it. "But my baby will swim in 6 mo.! There's no way he could ever fit in them!" I told myself. "He's in between sizes, I can keep him in 3 mo. for a little while longer." Yep. Denial isn't just a river folks. It's a sad washed up mom crumbling over the end of baby growing days.

So, reluctantly, and with the "there's no way it's fitting him" attitude I put Grayson in a 6mo. sleep 'n play. It took all I had in me not to burst into tears. It fit. It fit so well, that he probably won't even fit into it for very long. I was so stubborn in keeping him in the smallest baby clothes possible that he almost basically grew right through 3-6/6mo. clothes and right into 6-9mo./9mo. clothes.

How did that happen?!

I need a button. I need a pause button. Life needs to have a DVR and needs to be paused. RIGHT NOW. So I can keep on enjoying tiny little toes and tiny little feet and tiny little hands, and snuggle time, and baby smell, and everything that Grayson is out growing so quickly.

And this is all happening on the eve of Leah's first day of preschool. As though that isn't enough!

Come on God, cut me a break here!

I'm telling you time really is a dastardly villain and he's having NO MERCY on me these days.

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