
Laura took this candid picture on Saturday and it's my favorite new photo. I'll admit it's possibly because I love that he looks JUST like me here and as he gets bigger he's really looking more and more like his daddy. I'm holding on to those few fleeting baby moments as hard as I can. I just love this little guy "more than all the world" as we say at our house. And I'm so glad that I get to watch him and help him grow.
Today Charlie and I were walking through Wal-Mart and he's trying to stay close to mom, but typically straying and stopping and begging for me to look at this toy, that snack, etc. He's not paying attention to where he's walking and an elderly man almost hits him with a shopping cart. I'm explaining to my wandering child that he must stay close and I apologize to the old gentleman for getting in his way. The man stops me, laughs and says "Honey, he's just a boy. That's what boys do." He tells me that he had 3 boys and 2 girls. "The boys were always being boys and the girls were always being princesses. That's just the way they're made."
The rest of the day, I thought about this and told myself to remember to be thankful. Every jump, growl, howl and roar. Every pillow fight, wrestling match and hotwheels race. All of these are what make boys... boys. And all the princess dresses, Dora movies, screams of drama and fits of giggles are what make all of our sweet little girlfriends... girls.




























