Sometimes, I’m a sentimental sap. Why is it that every time I read a book that has children in it (and their parents die or what not), I completely crumble into tears? I just want to run upstairs, scoop up DS and just hold him and cry and smell his sweet and sweaty little neck.

Seriously, I know one of my first posts was about this, but I never thought I could feel like this. This all-encompassing love for my offspring. It is moments like these (especially after I read a book or watch something that stirs up these feelings) that I am just in awe of how awesome my baby is. To quote DH, “We have the awesomest baby ever.”

This is one of the rare moments where I agree with my husband. 🙂