I had to tell someone...

As I write this, Max is upstairs playing in his crib. Not crying or yelling, just playing. He's supposed to be napping. He fell asleep for all of ten minutes in the car earlier, and apparently he's calling that his nap. But this is the first time he's not thrown a fit when he doesn't want to nap, and has just played nicely. I had to document it. He's growing up so fast.

I was feeding him bow-tie pasta and chicken for lunch, and as I looked at him, I could see what he'll look like as a four-year-old. I had no trouble envisioning him being a preschooler, and running around playing with other little boys. This is the first time I've really been able to do that.

He just rode in his big boy car seat for the first time. He is tentatively taking steps. He yells for his Dada to get him up in the morning. He'll be a year old in just over a month. Time is moving much too fast.