I know rocking had become cumbersome - he's too big and he's uncomfortable, but I laughingly said I was going to rock my baby as long as he would let me. And, so, it looks like this sweet time has come to an end.
Just like that.
I'm so proud of how big he's getting, and he's even maturing a little here and there.
But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little sad.
He's fast asleep now, and I have to admit I feel sort of happy too...there's just something really natural about him growing up that feels almost like an accomplishment of sorts.
I love him, and he's still the best little boy on the planet to me.
Lyla took this at tball today:
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