I look at him and think about how long he is - or rather - how tall he is. He’s looking less and less like a baby and more and more like a little boy. In some ways, I miss the baby in him, but only for a millisecond. Mostly I’m cherishing having an awesome toddler in our house, even if it’s hard for me to wrap my mind around the fact that our baby isn’t a baby anymore. He’s a little man – and we love it!
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1 comments:
Lisa,
I can so relate! It is a realization that you sort of grow into over time I guess. I look at my son (who is 22 months) in amazement. I call him my baby all the time even though he's not a baby any more, and I think I now understand why mom's still call their grown children their "babies." He will always be my baby!
By the way, I know you don't know me very well, but I feel like I know you from reading all of your posts! I have a blog, if you ever have a moment to check it out: www.thepieceofglass.blogspot.com
Take Care!
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