I keep looking at my baby and think, “he’s turning into a little boy too soon!”
Right now I’m so happy to have him as my little koala baby. He is eight months old already…
My, now, three year old just walked into my bedroom holding some wildflowers that he and his daddy picked in our backyard.
When Wiley isn’t telling me what to do, he is pretty stinking cute himself.
I was always tired when Wiley was a newborn, so it’s hard to remember anything from that time period in my life, but I do remember just loving that baby boy (even though he was probably the worlds most high maintenance infant).
I was so happy to be a mother.
Baby T, who is now crawling and pulling himself up and getting teeth…I remember very well his newborn-ness.
He was a good sleeper, so that mean’t I was getting more sleep, he was (and is) so chill when I had to put him down to take care of Wiley’s needs.
I constantly felt bad how often I had to put my new baby down to help Wiley (the ever high maintenance child – haha) and now that he’s turning into a toddler, I feel like I missed out on his infancy.
My baby also started whimpering for pureed food far earlier than I had expected and again, I felt like he wanted to grow up too fast.
It was God’s plan – when I got Little T – he sent me a baby that was going to be okay when I had another baby fifteen months later.
On Good Friday I learned that I was going to have another baby (along with a 1/3 of all the women I know…).
Today marks Nine Weeks into my new pregnancy.