Monday, July 25

My Baby

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 back 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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