18 months, 2 days.

Where does the time go? Since P was born, I lose track of time. Very few days of mine creep by. Most days are gone in the blink of an eye. Heck. Eighteen months and two days are gone in the blink of an eye. How is my precious baby boy eighteen months old already? Oh, how I wish time would crawl. Somehow, I cannot recall how or why, I completely missed P's eighteen month birthday. This is a big one, too. A whole year and a half. He'll never know I missed it. Taylor thinks I'm crazy that I even care about an eighteen month old birthday. But, I do care. Very much so. Because my little man is growing up. And I want to soak in every bit of the memories. Thank goodness for this blog that will serve as a good reminder of P's childhood days.

Where does he think he's going with those?


Um, buddy. Don't even think about it. I have fourteen years, five months, and twenty-eight days until I have to worry about that.