How come no one explains to you how time flies when you are a father?
The other day my son drops a full sentence on me.
"No daddy, TJ no carry it."
What?
Yeah I know the grammar wasn't exactly perfect (he takes after his father, not mother."
But, I feel like I barely have time to tie my shoes in the morning and I have missed the last 14 months of my son's life.
Where does time go?
He used to be a drooling, babbling, poo machine.
Granted, all three are still viable descriptions of my boy, but now the babbling is with actual human words.
Why is it that when I want to go on a fun trip or am waiting for a James Bond movie to come out, time drags on like watching a Cleveland Browns-Seattle Seahawks football game, but my son is growing up at twice the speed of sound?
I need some time saving tips. How can I remember everything?
Do I want to remember everything?
