Today I lose my one year old.
Which I don't believe is really fair since I made him agree when he was three days old that he would never grow up and leave me.
I guess you shouldn't expect too much from an agreement made with a baby.
But I guess I'm kind of cool with the little man that he is becoming.
I guess I really don't mind that he is big enough to come rub my head and give me a kiss when I'm laying down for a
rare rare rare nap.
And I guess I love that he can walk, talk, and feed himself :)
you can turn two.
Just promise me you'll stop there okay?