I love my little guy- He is so sweet. He loves to fart, He loves to poop, and he loves to burp- But I still just want to chew him up. I have been so blessed to have these sweet, fat, happy babies. Ive joked before that I have babies like this, because God knows if I had fussy babies that they wouldn't survive.Knowing that he is my last, I just want to enjoy every minute of him. I want to just breath him in. When Andrew was a baby I looked forward to the next moment so much. Everything was
"I cant wait for him to ___."
"How much longer until he can do ___."
"Why isnt he doing ____."
Ive learned with each subsequent child to learn to enjoy more where they are at, to the point where I am opposite with Tyler. I dont want him to get to the next step. I want to freeze him where he is at forever. I want him to stay in the itty bitty baby clothes, and I want him to stay small enough to sleep on my chest. I want his little fingers to not fit around my finger.
He is growing out of his 0-3 month clothes, and I just cant get myself to pack them all away and pull out the next bigger sizes.
I love you little baby. Please let me keep you little. Let me enjoy you, and please be understanding when I cry over silly things like packing your little onsies in a box because you are too big.
New little baby pictures are up over in the picasa album
9 comments:
what a cutie. I hope he stays little too! :)
Oh, he's such a cutie! I love those cheekies!
What a sweet picture! I know that feeling of always waiting for that next step. Nice to enjoy each phase while you're in it.
I'm going to be a wreck when it's my last baby, too -- thankfully we're not there yet!
That pic really is just too precious. I'm sad that this is your last kid, i just like your kids so much. I guess i'll just need to pop out more of my own to fill the void.
It took about two years before I truly mourned that there would be no more children. After going through terrible twos with Kristen and potty training, I think we're good.
You and your little boy are so sweet!
SO sweet, Becky! I just want to kiss that little face.
Now you know why this silly mother cried packing up your little things, and then cried when you wanted to throw out the box of keep sakes and... why I have that little velour pink onesie still in the cupboard that I brought you home from the hospital in. You do love your children forever and part of you will always want them to stay little and huggable forever. Love you Beppy!
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