I have been very nostalgic and sad lately that my babies are growing up. Part of me is trying to come to terms with the fact that The Spouse doesn't seem to want any more kids. Part of me is just sad that these babies are little boys now. Baby Robin barely fits in his crib and will be in a Big Boy Bed sometime this summer.
Yesterday, I was overcome in the Costco parking lot by the thought that in a year or two Batman won't hold my hand in the parking lot anymore. I held on tightly, then he slipped his hand out of mine on the sidewalk. Sigh. Where did my baby go?