The growing out of teeny baby clothes is inevitable (especially when we had to discard all the newborn stuff by the time CC was a week old), however the transition through the sizes doesn't hurt too much as you can still hold onto your 'baby' by not dressing them inappropriately. It's not a true sign of your baby growing up.
As your little bundle learns to do new things, each tiny little hurdle overcome starts to amalgamate and snowball and before you know it your little dependee is maturing right in front of your eyes and there's nothing you can do to stop it. Even if you try!
You can't stop them gurgling and learning to make sounds, you can't stop them watching you as you walk around the room, learning to grasp things, giggling at things they find amusing, or learning to sit by themselves. Much as you want to hold onto your baby, sometimes you have to accept that you have to give in and give them that extra inch to embrace their independence. Today I did. It was a simple thing, and it came in the guise of packing away CC's carrycot and converting his pram to the sitting upright position. It doesn't seem like a big thing, but to me it's very significant. He is no longer lying flat - at his own request (he spent yesterday grumbling everytime I tried to lay him down to the point where I had to sit him up and rest him against the end of his carrycot - from where he beamed with sheer joy and pride!) even I can take the hint and have to accept that he is ready for the next stage in his little life.
I'm just not sure if I'm ready for it yet?
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