You have a new baby cousin. He's only three days old and let me tell you, he is adorable.
I can't get enough of holding him, even when you protest (sorry, not sorry). He is just tiny, tiny, tiny. He has tiny little arms and legs, little bitty fingers and toes, and the cutest mop of dark hair on top of his head.
It has me baby hungry. Even though logistically (and pretty much every way except emotionally), we're not ready for a new baby, I sure wish we were. There is something so special about new babies.
This morning, you slept later than I wanted you to (a rare occurrence) and I went in to wake you up. I took one look at you and knew I just couldn't do it. So instead, I sat down on the couch and watched you breathe and squirm and--when you finally were waking up--stretch. I thought I would just die, you were that cute.
But as I sat there on that couch, I couldn't get over how big you looked. And it broke my heart.
I remember when you were so tiny, you barely fit in your car seat.
I remember when newborn diapers looked huge on you.
I remember the first time I put you in your crib for a nap, I almost couldn't bring myself to leave you there because of how small you looked.
Now, you've almost outgrown your car seat, you wear size three diapers and they definitely don't look small on you, and you stand up at the side of your crib calling for me when you wake up.
How do moms deal with their babies growing up? I'd really like to know the secret, because I feel like you are growing up way too quickly.
Please stay little forever.
Love,
Mom
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