This was, by far, the worst week of my life. I'll spare the details. Suffice to say, you are the only thing that has kept me going. Knowing I would come home to my sweet little boy is the only thing that got me through each day. Knowing your sweet little cheeks were waiting for me to kiss, knowing you would smile so your entire face would light up as soon as I walked in the door, knowing you would jump and squeal in delight, knowing I could take you in my arms and you'd bury your head in my shoulder and wrap your arm around my neck...
You are the best alternative to a terribly, horrible, no good, very bad day. (You and your sweet dad, who brought me flowers on Tuesday because he knew how hard things have been.)
Little boy, we need to earnestly pray for Nanny. She was just here visiting you two weeks ago but now she needs our prayers. Nana is in Tennessee with her and Poppy and she needs prayers and strength, too.
I love that in the middle life's crises, you are discovering the world around you. You love to grab at our faces and you've discovered all of mommy's jewelry.
As fall approaches, your tree is changing colors, but there are is also new growth.
And your hair is growing like a weed!
You are fascinated by your own reflection more than ever, curiously looking and hitting at the baby looking back at you.
You're so close to sitting up all by yourself.
You can now pull objects to you and of course everything you touch goes straight to your mouth.
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How did you get that 100% baby boy in a short sleeved shirt? That hair of his is so cute! :P
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