A year ago, Baby Brown Eyes looked like this:
Now look at him:
I love this age. Baby is so fun and learning new things everyday. He's started imitating us, folding his arms during prayer, following me around with his push-toy while I'm vacuuming, leaning in for a kiss when he sees Mr. Brown Eyes and I locking lips. Every day he makes me laugh and melts my heart.
But I do miss his little baby days, when I could snuggle him close and he didn't squirm away. When he had a toothless smile and impossibly chubby thighs.
I understand now the feeling a mother gets when she's ready for another baby. My arms ache for it. Memories of those sleepless, emotional, spit-up covered newborn days have dulled to the point that they're now pleasant to recall. Even the thought of labor doesn't seem too terrible. Although, in the agonizing midst of my labor with Baby Brown Eyes, I swore to Mr. Brown Eyes that I would never give birth again.
I was just teasing.
A year and half has passed, and I can't wait to do it all over again.
I think that's all part of Heavenly Father's plan.
The Baby-Hungry Girl