So stinkin' cute.
It's so weird. I remember that with ALL of my other kids, I had these mixed feelings...I wanted them to stay little, but at the same time, I was counting down until the next "stage" (sure that it would be easier). Now, I know better. Each stage is better, each stage is worse. I wish I could keep him little. He doesn't look like a newborn anymore. So sad. I love little newborn cries. I love red, squishy newborn faces. I love how his legs and his entire body so naturally roll into a ball. I love to smell him. I wish I could record how he feels in my arms like I can take a picture.
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