The last rock...

Something happened a few nights ago. Liam was overly tired and having trouble falling asleep. I went into him room to try and calm him. I crawled into his little toddler bed and tried to cuddle him. It was not going to happen. I do not fit in a toddler bed. So I asked him if he wanted to go into the living room and rock in the rocking chair. Of course he did. I sat down and he climbed up on me. We tried to get comfortable. I tried to hold him like a baby. DIDN'T WORK. I held him on my chest, his head on my shoulder. DIDN'T WORK. No matter how we tried to get situated, he was just too big. We finally had to give up and lay on the couch together. As we lay there on the couch, it occured to me that at some point over the past few months, we had had our last rock. I tried to remember it and think perhaps I did pinpoint it. The point is, I will never (comfortably) rock my baby again. Where does the time go? I didn't even notice until then that Liam had grown that much in the past few months. I wish I could slow the clock a bit. This is just going too fast.