5 years

I'm writing this in disbelief that it's the last night my Nolie Polie, my baby, is laying his sweet head on his pillow as a four year old. Tomorrow he turns five. And you know what comes after that…kindergarten, 6th grade, high school, college, marriage....AHHH!!! Brakes, please! How is that possible?

How is it that five years ago he looked like this?

At one year he looked like this…

Two years like this (tear)…

Three (sniff sniff)…

Four (Can a girl get a Kleenex around here?)…

And now that I'm completely a wreck going down memory lane, what makes me really freak out is how is it in ONE year he looks like he's grown 3 years. To me, he looks like he's turning 8 in this picture. Am I just imagining it?

That's it. I gotta get away from this computer and these pictures before I start crying so loud that I wake up the boys. And it doesn't help that just in the past couple of weeks he informed me that he's going to start calling me "Mom" and not "Mommy." Say it isn't so!