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!
Flashback Friday: My Dog Is A Witch
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