As I was rocking Miles last night I marveled at just how far down his little toes reached.
I remember the days of rocking this little guy to sleep in this very same rocker when he easily snuggled across my chest, all of his limbs easily tucked in between my shoulder and opposite elbow.
Last night on the other hand, his head was resting on my left shoulder and his body awkwardly draped down my middle with his feet tapping against my shins.
How is that even possible? It seems like overnight he’s grown a foot.
Just last week he went to his 2-year-old check-up. I know we are a few months short, but that’s a whole other blog post. Anyway, my child who has always wiggled around the very bottom tenth (and at times was even below the growth chart) was 27 pounds and 35 inches putting his weight in the mid-30th percentile and his height in the 70th percentile.
Of course the growth didn’t just happen overnight, but nights when I’m rocking, reading and snuggling my now 2 year old it is hard not to reminisce about those evenings when I would rock my then 2 week old.
Anyone out there have the secret to not letting them grow up? Or at least slowing it down a bit!