He is my only baby to have this much hair before 18 months. We haven’t been ready to cut it. I’m not sure I’m ready still, Hubby isn’t sure he is ready, I think even the older rabble-rousers aren’t sure if they’re ready. When we cut it feels like he won’t be such a baby anymore. But we’re talking about *when* as in maybe this month. I’m going to be one hot mess when the first snip happens. Hold me.
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Something about watching all my men walking together as if setting off for an adventure that makes my knees go all soft & my heart go pitter-patter. I love these guys. Wrestling at all hours, purple nurples inside of quiet nursing & all the choas they bring, I love. I just love them.
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This kid is adorable. His smile and the way his eyes crinkle up when he is smiling or laughing make my day. He also thinks any time a camera is out that it is for him. He stopped what he was doing to pose for this, even though I wasn’t actually going to take his picture that minute. How could I not?
However, under all that cuteness lies one tough cookie. For example, he still has a love of trying to give people purple nurples. That I could do without. Then again he IS number four, he does need to know how to hold his own.
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