Two days ago my youngest baby boy turned one years old. And though I told myself that I wouldn’t be upset about that, it’s hard not to be in some way.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I am so happy to watch him grow and thrive. Though he’s not walking (lazy bones), he suddenly has five total teeth and is well on his way to eating regular food. For instance, today at dinner, he wanted chicken with fries!
But, my little baby is growing up now, and I no longer have any babies in the house. They are all growing up, with my oldest, almost five years old, talking to his friends on FaceTime.