Little hands grow strong before my eyes. Grasping, exploring, signing for more, milk and eat. New mysteries unfold each day, hour... minute. So much to explore and learn. I'm a proud, gushing mama, but sometimes inside I'm screaming. STAY! STOP! Don't grow, don't change so fast. Do not grow another inch.
My sweet baby number four, so quickly changing into a toddler. As the baby days are drawing to a close, I want to hold onto every second. Remember every expression, sound, the smell of your little baby head after a nap-everything. I fear soon I'll be looking at a grown man, wondering how he was just my baby... yesterday.