Tuesday, October 16, 2012

My Baby is 4.

This morning we had Cole's birthday party. He woke up to a house fully covered in streamers and streamer curtains on the stairs and a small stack of gifts and was so excited. Every time we asked him how old he was, he put his finger on his chin and said, "Mm, I can't 'member." So cute and silly.

It has been such a blessing being the mother of a sweet, funny, empathetic, sensitive, fun-loving, protective, loving boy. He is more than I could have ever asked for and is growing into a better little human each day. His teachers praise his listening skills and call him the 'complete package.' He loves his friends and classmates, animals, playing video games and learning, and being outside. His favorite toys are cars. He has passed every level of Angry Birds. His speech is improving weekly and he's maturing into a big boy.

Even though he's not a baby anymore, he'll always be my first-born, so he'll always be my baby.


  1. I love, love, love this post! My oldest boy turned four in August, so I'm right there with you. Time flies, but they just seem to get better with age.

    1. thanks! Our boys are just a little ways apart then. :)