The hard stuff and the good stuff.

My sweet baby boy is almost two. He's not a baby anymore...per say....he's still my baby, but he's really a toddler. A busy, busy little boy. I can't believe he's almost two. TWO. I know people say it, and it starts to sound like a broken record, but seriously, where does the time go?

Where the heck does it go?

I remember those first few moments with both my boys. I remember how they smelled, how Kuba had soft fuzzy hair, and Jasper's curled up legs from being breach. I remember having them lay on my chest in the hospital bed that first night, how I couldn't stop looking at their beautiful faces, and tiny perfect hands. Don't get me wrong, I remember the hard stuff too. The exhaustion, Kuba's crying, frustration with feeding...it's all still fresh. But it's easy to forget, and the hard stuff makes the good stuff that much sweeter.

This is baby Addyson, one week old. She smelled new, and fresh, and had that soft fuzzy hair. She's perfect.