Post-haircut, I am amazed just how less like a baby and more like a little boy Daniel looks these days.
I am stunned by how fast time is going by; as Daniel gets older, both hope and fear grow in me — hope for his happiness, fear for his safety. One is never without the other. From what more experienced mothers tell me (including my own students), those feelings never — ever — go away.
Now… if only he’d drink his milk out of his sippy cup! 😉