Where, oh where, has my baby boy gone?!

I started looking through old pictures today and of course that got me thinking. Thinking of just a few years ago when this little guy was brand new.

Looking back, I think that the first months of his life were the best of mine... so far. I feel a little guilty admitting that since we obviously had a child after him.

But it's true.

He was an amazing baby. He was new. He was adorable. He was ours. And he was our world.

*tears*

Melts my heart.
Life seemed so hard at the time - bottles, diapers, blankets, naps, late night feedings.
But I still loved every second of it. And looking back now, I see that life really wasn't so hard. (That tricky ol' hindsight!)
It was definitely new and a little stressful, but not really hard.
I'm so grateful that I was able to stay home with him and enjoy every second because I know I will never have that back.
And although I totally agree with the phrase, "You don't know what you've got til it's gone,"
I feel that I really did know what I had and that made it that much easier for me to appreciate every second. But, even though I appreciated it, part of me still longs for a little taste of it again.
I suppose that's probably normal with anything that you love that much.




I love that once he started smiling,
he didn't really stop.

My favorite item of baby clothing was these flip flop sandals.
Man.... I miss those days.
It's been good for me to see these pictures and remember them, especially when all I feel like I say is "Lincoln, leave Amelia alone. Lincoln, please don't do that. Lincoln, please be nice."
I know this period in his life will be a rough one for all of us,
but from now on when I feel like steam might be shooting from my ears and lazers are coming from my eyes and my voice sounds like satan himself, I will try to remember my perfect little baby boy and remind myself of just how much I adore him.