My sweet baby boy

yes, he is still a baby!

sometimes i forget this but when i am holding him in my arms and he is crying "mmmuummmuummmmmuummmm" i am reminded of the sweet little baby that i brought home, the helpless, needy baby.

when he has just had a bath and he has that new baby smell to him again - that fresh, youthful sweet smell.

when i hold him close and he smiles,

when i come home from work and the baby who is so good when mommy is gone, so good to go to sleep without his mommy, baby who doesn't need his mommy when she's not around,

when that baby turns into a sucky for his mommy, waking up when she comes home just to have her hold him.

that's how you know - he's still a baby.

okay so he eats real food now (mostly mush but no longer just milk)

and he's almost crawling - he's mastered the tummy shuffle so he can move around on his own

and he sits upright without falling over every 2 minutes

and he now says daadaadaa

and he babbles with his sister

and he doesn't sleep 18 hours a day

and he smiles all the time (so much better than the newborn closed eyes all the time)

and he's triple the size

and he puts everything in his mouth
and he loves his sister (even though she tortures him)

and he's afraid of dogs (he's very first fear)

but he's still my baby and that won't change he can grow all he wants (if i could stop it i might but just for a while) no matter how much he grows and learns at the end of the day he is a sweet baby boy

and he's mine.

sweet dreams owen