This

This.

This little baby.

This little baby boy.

This little baby boy is no longer a baby.

I'm not sure I can handle this.

Last night was his last night in his crib. Tonight is his first night in a toddler bed. He's been climbing in and out of his crib for well over a week now. I know it's time.

But I'm not sure I can handle this growing up thing.

STOP IT!

I can't handle this.

I'm leaving now before this nonsense goes any farther. Goes any further? Farther? Further? Further? Farther? Who knows. But all I know is, it must stop now!