As my baby's first birthday approaches, I am filled with mixed emotions. I'm so elated that I have a beautiful, healthy boy, who is growing and thriving and yet, at the same time, i am jealous of the little burritos I see strolling down the street in their tightly swaddled blankets and baby hats.

My baby's about to not be a baby anymore.

What does this mean?

Will I have to change the name of this blog? Can I still call him my baby? The answers to these questions are no, and at least until he's 30.

They always say that the first year flies, but you don't really realize it until you are faced with less diapers, no bottles, and a description of your child's age in years, not months. Soon, he'll be four-years-old like my other and run from my kisses.

I cherished the first year with my little guy, and I will cherish the next three weeks while I can still call him a baby and not offend him.

Sara Fisher is a mother of two living in Roscoe Village. She also blogs at selfmademom.net.

See more of Sara's stories here.

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