One more week

Dekker will be a year old in one week. Mind=blown.

You know how people say time just flies and all of a sudden, they’re graduated and moving out? I used to laugh at those people like everyone else does who doesn’t have kids. And then I had Dekker, and still laughed at them. When Dekker was born, he just fit right in. Seriously! We barely had to change anything to accommodate him, he just fit into our schedule! When he was two weeks old and we brought him to church, everyone kept saying how he was already  two whooooole weeks old, and I just never felt that way! He had just always been there, right? But that also goes with the feeling of not really remembering life before your babies.

I turned a corner when he was six months old. SIX MONTHS?!?! As in, half of a full year?! Working in an office position, time always dragged. A year took forever to get through. And then all of a sudden, my baby (who I swear I delivered yesterday) is half a year old! It was a bit of a kick in the face. Since then, time hasn’t slowed at all. I can barely fathom the fact that Dekker is almost a year old. I could pretty much cry at the drop of a hat, haha!

I don’t want to get too wrapped up in this post, as the time for that is next Tuesday. Also, Deks is yodeling from his room so I should probably go save him soon.

To clarify, while it feels like I delivered him yesterday, I’m happy that I didn’t. That would certainly be  record-breaking (among other-things-breaking) birth!

Krystal

I feel your pain.
I will also warn you that time seems to move even faster with each subsequent child. Some days I feel like I barely have time to breathe and the day is over.
Isabelle begins kindergarten in three weeks and I wonder, “How did THAT happen?!”