Sweet boy... Sitting strong, squirming and worming everywhere and trying so hard to pull up (trust me, little fella, those are hard to do - I know)... Waving bye by clapping one hand on top of the other, bursting forth with a gurgle of noises much like a sentence when you are excited for something. You love Far's "hot potato" routine each night and kick your legs to propel your little self along through the air as he sings to you. You try to say "bye" and "okay" and sometimes I am quite sure you did. I love seeing you squirm across the bed or floor and into my lap - such a sweet, comforting weight.
You pull AnaSofia and Kasper's hair when you see them and bat your hands in their faces to not let them come too close but still they nuzzle you, kiss you,
love you without even an "ouch" or "stop" uttered. You are a lucky little fella... So are we...
You are always attached to Mama's hip, superman style (your only way to ride) and I am relishing all these minutes that you want to be close and cuddling with me because I am all too aware that my baby is disappearing much too fast, but I do so love the little one you are growing into...
(And speaking of love and handmade - thank you to sweet friends for your fitting, sweet little onesie - it always makes me smile and big sister made the little slip knot knitted bracelet for you, it is her new finger knitting adventure).
Yes, we love you... A LOT
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2 comments:
What a cutie. He has his own look! And I know what you mean about the hair pulling. Elijah does the same thing. I was just thinking about how A and K would be such good friends in we still lived in Maine I think. :(
So precious!
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