Zach has almost outgrown the travel swing that he sits in in the bathroom while Alex and I get ready in the morning. He still fits in the swing, but there is not as much room to wiggle, kick his feet, grab for things, etc. like he likes. So I put down a pallet and some toys at the foot of our bed, looking into the bathroom. The quilt I used is the one I made the year I graduated from college and is made up of T-shirts from my college years. I started to get semi-weepy as I gazed at my beautiful boy sitting on the quilt I made and thought, “That is my past, my present and future…”
About that time my present pooped all over my past. And that is my future.