Sometimes, it’s hard for me to remember what things were like at this time last year, when Spencer was just coming out of his newborn months. When I watch old videos on my phone, it feels like I’m watching a different baby… like it is such a distant memory, it couldn’t possibly be the same little boy who now runs circles around my home.
In many ways, I miss the baby days, when Spenny would chill in his bouncer or in his exersaucer…
…the baby days, when he would just let me hold him all day long…
…the baby days, when the only food he needed was my milk…
…the baby days, when he would ride happily in his stroller for hours.
And how quickly I forget the baby days, when he would sometimes cry all day and I would cry too because I didn’t know how to make things better…
…the baby days, when I couldn’t put him down long enough to make myself lunch or do the dishes, because he would scream…
…the baby days, when I could never leave home without him, because he would refuse the bottle and cry until I came back.
It’s just hard to remember it all, even though I was constantly thinking at the time that I needed to remember every little detail.
He’s gone from being a baby, to being a little boy, in the blink of an eye.
A little boy who has strong opinions, and loves to test boundaries with a smile on his face.
A little boy who is SO curious about the world around him.
A little boy who loves his daddy fiercely.
A little boy who makes his momma feel like the most beautiful woman alive.
A little boy who has changed my world, gives me reason to wake up smiling each day, and has completely and utterly stolen my heart.
I love my baby-turned-boy.
Kristen Stewart, Writer 