Geez. Too big, too fast.
I have always complained about our favorite restaurant not being child friendly. You have to bring your own booster or clip-on high chair to Taqureria. Then, BAM! they are all grown up and can sit in their own chair, eating chips and dip with you. Stop growing, little one!
I think this is why I complain far far less about anything Farrah does (cry, spit up, etc.) because all of a sudden, they are grown.
Is it possible to live in the moment too much?