is still my baby. He will always be my baby. He's just a more independent, intelligent, and yes, big, baby. In fact, when I call him my "big boy" he corrects me, "No Mama, baby," he says repeatedly patting his chest. Of course he wants the best of both worlds. He loves to tell me he's my baby then try and do "big boy" things.
What this has made me realize is that I really do love watching him grow, but I miss that cuddly newborn that I held just a few months ago. So, with this thought, returned my desire to find out if another cuddly newborn will soon join our family. And, the week ended with the knowledge that just seven short days separates me from that key piece of information.