My baby is not a baby anymore! He has to use two hands to indicate his age! It really wasn’t that long ago (was it?!) that I married his dad. It really wasn’t that long ago that I endured such a miserable pregnancy. It wasn’t so long ago. It really wasn’t. At least to me, the time has flown by. It is so fun to be his mommy, even if he won’t hug me or hold my hand in public anymore. Join me on a little stroll down memory lane. Please?
a few days old – hanging out in the sunlight with Nana. He was a little jaundiced when he was born.
about a year old – before the first hair cut. His hair was so much redder before his first haircut.
about 15 months old – loving his spaghetti-ohs.
two 2 years old – that bag was so full of candy that he couldn’t even lift it!
almost three years old – he just melts my heart!!
almost four – sitting outside the Salt Lake Temple. I love how his “take the picture already” smile looks like he’s in pain or really angry… It was so bright that day!
five years old – we waited in line forever so the boys could ride the horses. Timmy was so excited that he was the biggest one in his group, so he got to ride the biggest horse.
I feel a little like I’m playing hide and seek. Maybe if I hide in these pictures of the past, the future won’t find me. Maybe he won’t really grow up…
But who am I kidding? I’m always IT in hide and seek, and I am horrible at hiding.
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