Time Flies When You're Growing Up

Seems like so long ago now when Owen learned to stand up in his crib. I loved walking into his room to find him hanging on the rails waiting for me to pick him up in this morning.

Now, he's huge! We have the bed at the lowest setting, and he's just as tall. How is this possible. Now, when I walk in to his room in the mornings, I'm usually greeted with some sort of fun chatter, then I am handed each blanket and animal that has slept with him that night. I then say, "Thank you so much, but where do I put Owen?" He of course gets a little worried, so we tuck his animals in for later and I pick him up as we bounce on "One. Two. THREEEEE!!!"

Oh, O'Bear! How you grow! I love you buddy...but you can slow down just a bit, okay?