So, I think I've reached the point when I can officially call my baby a little boy. He grew out of his "babyness" a while ago but I wasn't ready to accept it. He's always been an eager learner, wanting to be a big boy as soon as he could. He's not a great talker, but he tries to say anything I ask him to. I think I'm the only one who can understand his "grunt/whisper-talk."
I feel so blessed that I've been able to stay home with Teigen since day 1. I have had so much fun with him and with this, he has turned into a bit of a momma's boy. I'm okay with that, but Dada on the other hand.....that's a different story. Soon enough he'll want to be with Dada only and I will be dropped like a sack of potatoes. But if Teigen ever gets hurt, he'll come running back to me. I think that's one of my favorite parts about being a mommy. Whenever he gets hurt or has an "owie" Teigen runs to me crying with his arm, foot, head, etc out wanting me to kiss it better. After I kiss his "owie," I tell him "all better" and the crying stops and he goes back to play. That little moment makes anything else I'm worrying about in my life melt away. I just hope he'll always come running to me when he's hurt so I can make his "owie's" in life all better.
I love my little boy so much and I hope he enjoys his day! We'll be going to chuck e' cheese's tonight to celebrate. Thanks to all those who sent gifts and cards for him. We're very grateful.
