Big ones, little ones.
Ones that slip right by without you noticing.
Ones you fret over and plan for.
But it never fails, he changes everyday.
Somebody got his first summer buzz cut. Just like Daddy and Uncle Bo-Bo used to get every year, and Poppy and Great-Uncle James did before them. Apparently it's a McCown tradition.
But he looks like a different child! I defiantly can not call him a baby any more. Somehow he slipped right into a little boy.
He's got some BIG changes headed his way in the next 6 months. But this Mama has decided not to worry or fret about them, but instead treasure the last couple months with him as an only child. I'm pouring all the love and attention that I can into him. Because I know with two newborn siblings, he will have to become a much bigger boy too quickly. So for now, he's gets to be little, but with a big boy haircut.
(Apparently this mama guilt over adding siblings is normal... I don't remember feeling this way when we were expecting Job, I think it's more the guilt that it will be two screaming infants, not just one. Don't get me wrong, we are THRILLED and I would do nothing to change it, but it still makes me a little sad for Jarvis in the time department (although he LOVES babies and is such a good helper, I know he will be fine) Did you worry for your older kids when you added siblings?)