Where we goin’ mama?
We need some milk.
Regular milk or chocolate milk?
And chocolate milk?
Yes. Okay. And chocolate milk. For my special guy.
Once chubby cheeks are slowly disappearing, revealing never before seen cheek bones and an expressive face usually filled with the wonder of new discovery. Eyes open wide with focus and intrigue. Whether watching National Geographic with “Sisser” or listening to music in the car, he is taking it all in. The kid is sharp as a tack, doesn’t miss a trick, which means, unfortunately for mom, that it’s hard to pull the wool over little dude’s eyes.
Where’s binky, mama?
I don’t know, bud. I think it’s all gone.
In your pocket.
What? No. Binky’s all gone.
No mama, in your pocket.
What? Ooh, look, an airplane!
Binky. In your pocket.
This binky business is going to be a tough one. Big sister said goodbye to binkies and never looked back. But, as this little guy approaches his second birthday, he’s still standing firm. At some point, likely in the next few weeks, we’re going to go hardcore up in here and send binky packing once and for all. But, in the same way I dragged my feet when it came to cutting his hair, I haven’t exactly been on the ball about the binky thing. I guess because once the binky is gone, so is my baby.
But one look at the photos below tells me my baby is already gone, binky or no.
Here is a look back at the year of miracles.
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