Tonight, after dinner, Wesley was trying to get out of his chair by himself. The result was not what he intended and he ended up hitting his head on the floor. I quickly scooped him up and began comforting him while asking him where it hurt and searching for any signs of a 'true' injury. Upon seeing that there was no blood and that he was indeed okay, I rocked him bac
k and forth saying, "it's okay, sweet baby, it's okay." Wesley, stopped crying, lifted his head off of my shoulder and VERY firmly said, "I NOT baby." I knew that this day would come, but he is only 2 years, 4 months, and 23 days old. . . really? already? I am a sad, sad mommy tonight. . .
Tonight, after dinner, Wesley was trying to get out of his chair by himself. The result was not what he intended and he ended up hitting his head on the floor. I quickly scooped him up and began comforting him while asking him where it hurt and searching for any signs of a 'true' injury. Upon seeing that there was no blood and that he was indeed okay, I rocked him bac
k and forth saying, "it's okay, sweet baby, it's okay." Wesley, stopped crying, lifted his head off of my shoulder and VERY firmly said, "I NOT baby." I knew that this day would come, but he is only 2 years, 4 months, and 23 days old. . . really? already? I am a sad, sad mommy tonight. . .
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