My baby turns five in a few weeks.
He is getting so big.
And handsome.
He has such a loving nature. He enjoys playing house and making nests for his animal babies. He still cuddles with his mama.
He is also rough, as boys can be. He punches his brother in the back with all his might when brother is not expecting it.
Ow.
The boys fight, as brothers often do. But in the end there is a love and bond that fuses them together. Thick as thieves.
I look at these newborn photos of my baby from five years ago and this is what I think:
- Newborn babies in the movies do not look anything like real newborn babies. Newborn babies are covered in stuff. They have painful and strange coneheads from being pushed and cajoled out of a tiny opening. This is not true of all newborn babies. But many. And both of mine.
- Baby, you caused me so much discomfort for nearly the entirety of those 40 weeks.
- My husband, the love of my life and talented artist and photographer took these pictures. Why is there a photo of the vaginal delivery pack?
- When each of my sons was born I loved him immediately and completely.
- And though I thought big brother might be jealous that his parents' attention would be divided, he loved his tiny baby brother immediately and completely too.
