I find myself getting weepy some days with the thought of him becoming a toddler.
I hate the thought of going back to work and knowing that I am going to miss some little milestone.
He has been over the weight and height limit for his bucket seat but somehow I avoided the change until last week...now he looks so lost in his big seat.
I dread the thought of weaning him, even though it hasn't been as peaceful as it was the first time around....he is so impatient.
I know this kid is going to give me a run for my money but one look into those eyes and I'm a goner.
I hope he never, ever underestimates how much I love him.