See the previous post for dumb phone explanation lol. This was supposed to have posted on the 4th:
As my little man approaches his second birthday (he was born on St. Patty's day), I often catch myself cherishing the "baby" moments that are still left in him. Although they are few and far between these days. He's growing so fast and so smart that I also find myself subconsciously having higher expectations for him than a two year old should have. I tell myself, "He's not even 2 yet! It totally makes sense why I still have to change his butt" lol. You get the picture. But as I walked into his room tonight to make sure he was covered up and his heater was at the right temp, I found him laying in the classic baby fetal position: Arms tucked up under his chest, legs crossed up under his belly and laying face down. He is still my baby. Every time I find that sweet "baby" moment in him I wonder if it's the last.