Can you guess who was enjoying this little game of hide and seek, and who was most definitely not? Here's a hint- the one with the tail was not a willing participant.
So, yesterday I came across the hat we
stole borrowed from the hospital where A was born. (Oh, save your judgement of our hat stealin' ways. I'd say the $2,000-ish we ended up owing MORE than paid for a hat I could have made myself with an old tube sock and a scissor. I'm sure it also more than paid for the stale turkey sandwiches served to my shoebox sized room and the super compassionate nurse who, as she dragged me from my bed to the bathroom, told me ((12 hours post-surgery)) that I was only crying because I'd seen myself in the mirror. Not because, you know, I'd just been cut in half and gone through the most emotional experience OF MY WHOLE LIFE. Best $2,000 I ever spent, really. Good thing we got SOMETHING out of the deal.) (The baby. Duh.) Um, so, where was I? Oh, the hat. So here's that hat, nine months ago on the squishy newborn version of A, during the moment I first held my son:
And here's our big, not-squishy, 3/4-year-old A trying on the same hat today:
I was actually surprised I was able to fit it over his plus sized head, or that he left it there for the 1.5 seconds it took to take the photo. And then, of course, when I looked at the photos side by side, I had one of those emotional sappy mommy moments- what happened to my tiny squishy little baby? Is he supposed to be getting big so quickly? Nobody told me time would go by THIS fast. Oh, A. Slow it down, kiddo, mama's not ready for her baby to grow up.