Good morning, Maggie here... In a couple of weeks, Sweet Cheeks won't be a baby anymore. He'll be a "one year old". He'll be a "toddler". Please no... make it stop. While I'm beyond excited to get to that stage where he is walking and talking and giving unsolicited kisses... I'm not ready for my baby to be gone. How many mamas ever are? I'd guess none of us really. So for now and for as long as he'll let me, I'm going to rock him to sleep, nurse him when he rubs his nose (that's his signal), and refer to his age in months.
Here he is at 11 months, sitting calmly in a bucket full of soap and water. Thank you sweet baby, for putting up with Mama's requests.
Happy Tuesday!
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