. . . months. That’s how old this little guy is. Confession: he’s my baby! And I’m having a hard time because I don’t know that I can really consider him a “baby” anymore. At 19 1/2 months old, he’s definitely teetering on the edge of “big boy” and if he could speak in complete sentences I’m sure he would tell me that he’s just as much a “big kid” as his big brother. After all, he wants to do whatever his big brother is doing and puts a great deal of effort into accomplishing that. But he also pads around the kitchen in footie pajamas, holding his teddy bear, and chanting one-word phrases (like, “cheer-o’s!”) which definitely means there’s some “baby” left in him!
He’s definitely got a share of “silly”. . .
And sometimes “shy” and “sleepy” (as he told me as he put his head down on the bench). . .
As much as he wants to be a “big boy,” I’m savoring every last bit of “baby” that I can. And I know that even when the “baby” is gone, he’ll still have those fabulous long eyelashes. . .
That big, happy grin. . .
And a smile that will always make his mama’s heart melt!