Time keeps marching my baby closer and closer to 5 years old.
I've never had a baby this old before. Of course, he insists he is not a baby at all, he is "4-and-a-half".
But he will always be my baby. The smallest feet; the only one with a baby tooth smile; the only one who sneaks into my bed at night; the little pudgy hands; sentences that are structured like this:
"wasn't I tremendously good when it was this morning and I was laying in bed?"
"anybody can't know when I am hungry"
"I am putting the clothes next to the table so you could know where they are."
"was that a good "F" I made? 'cause I can make a very gooder one"
1 comment:
awww Love him:)
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