I feel like yesterday was the official day of Aedan growing out of being a baby and growing up into a little boy. (I can't believe I actually said that out loud--it's so hard to believe and confess with my mouth.) He was all boy yesterday as he played with the dog food, fell and bust his lip open (ouch!), threw his balls against the wall several times, started playing with the kitty litter, hit me twice in the face when I wouldn't give him my phone (broke my heart when I had to scold him :( ). The coolest thing is when he talks to you. It isn't one word speaking anymore. It's full conversations and questions with him. Of course, it's baby jibberish but I talk along and we enjoy each other's conversations.
But he was all baby when Daddy picked him up from his car seat and he slept on his shoulder as when went into the restaurant. (Went out to dinner for Grandpa Ralph's bday). Mitchell said it was his most favorite thing in the whole world. I completely agree. It was so sweet--Aedan slept on Mitchell's shoulder for a good 15 minutes in that noisy restaurant before he woke up.
I heard this little poem today on Facebook - "Your son will hold your hand for a little while, but he will hold your heart for a lifetime." This couldn't be more true. Aedan had my heart even before he was born. And everytime I nurse him I wrap his little hand around mine. It's our thing and I don't ever want it to end.
I'm getting excited for another baby but I'm already feeling guilty for having to split my attention between two babies. Will mister understand? Will he feel replaced? I love him so much and I don't want him to feel left out. Friends and family tell us this is normal so I guess I shouldn't worry.
It's January so we have a few more months until we start trying for another one.
