Your chubby cheeks are thinning. Your frame is becoming lanky.
Your words are suddenly grown up and your negotiations skills have you destined for success.
“Mommy, look at this nice book…would you like to read it to me?”
You know your numbers and many of your letters and you have strong opinions on…well…everything (sorry, you got a double hit from your parents on opinions).
You’re a proud big brother who, every morning, crawls into Owen’s crib to give him some snuggles. You patiently explain his scars and g-tube to your friends and intuitively understand that he’s not like most babies.
You help me bake and steam the floors. Every week, just behind your dad, you roll a garbage can down to the end of the long driveway. You rake and mow and often sweep the garage to surprise him when he comes home.
You’re learning your Independence – even bragging that you play “weapons” on the playground (no playing weapons in mommy’s house!) and constantly testing us on words you can say.
“Why can’t I say, ‘Oh God’ if God isn’t a bad word?”
You keep getting bigger and growing in every way. Thank goodness I still get my cuddles, please don’t take those away too soon!
“Mommy, I will sleep in your bed so when you come to sleep, we can cuddle real good”
I’ve already said goodbye to you as a baby, and now a toddler too.
Hello, little boy (with the always dirty face). I love you.
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I’ll love your forever. I’ll like for always. As long as I’m living, my baby you’ll be. – Robert Munsch