I see a picture like this and am smacked in the face with just what a big boy Mac is now. He isn’t my baby anymore, because if he was my baby, he couldn’t have scaled the stairs and shouted hi to everyone below from the balcony. If he wasn’t such a big boy, I never would have trusted him pressing his face up against that railing. If he wasn’t such a big boy, that size 12-18 month shirt wouldn’t be riding up his back like that.
My baby isn’t a baby anymore. He’s a card-carrying toddler, and he is well on his way to being a real, live big boy.
The mind - it reels.