Wow.
I can't believe that much time has passed already.
Seriously. It feels like just yesterday that we were coming home from the hospital with the cutest little bundle fast asleep in his car seat.
A lot of things have changed - he's grown bigger, he can eat finger food, he crawls up the stairs (and loves to try and do it without supervision :/), he jabbers up a storm, and so much more.
Other things haven't changed one bit - he still has the cutest smile and laugh, his personality is so calm I sometimes have trouble believing he is my son (I was not that calm of a child), he loves touching everything as delicately with the tip of his index finger, and so much more.
Oh, and he still loves to go to bed waaaaay after most every other child his age is in bed.
Like right now. It's after 11 and he is up in his crib playing with the monitor. How do I know this? I'm listening to him try to eat it on the other end.
If I'm lucky, he'll tucker out and be down within 30 minutes.
If he does what he's done the last two nights, I still have another 3 hours before I get to finally go to bed.
I'm really hoping I'm lucky.
But with a face like his, how can you feel bad?
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