In Exactly One Month

This little boy will be 2, and I will likely still be wondering where the time has gone? I suppose I'm always going to feel this way.

I have loved seeing every new stage, every new thought that Wes has been able to communicate...but I think it's hitting me more now than ever (doesn't help that I just turned 30) how fast it's all going and how I can't go back in time...I'll always have the memories, but I can't relive them, I can't get back that baby boy that once slept so sweetly in my arms.

I'm almost at the end of the bottle of body wash my mom got me when we were in the hospital (yep, haven't finished it off in 2 years, we're kind of bar soap people) and every time I smell it I'm taken back to those first days (well weeks really)...it's the closest thing I have to time travel and I'm grateful for it...but I still long to relive it all, and I probably always will.

Wes is such a sweet boy and I've been marveling lately at his imagination...all his toys drink and eat and go poo poo which of course means they need to be wiped...boy does this kid love wipes! I walked downstairs this morning to find him sitting in a bed of wipes he had snuck out of the box. 

He pours over books pointing out everything and when we hit up the library's storytime he can often be found backing in to the Librarian, trying to sit on her lap...getting booed by the crowd, "i can't see" but the Librarian is always so kind...I mean really, how could she resist him?

He's tough too...taking head dives off the couch with not much more than a chuckle.  We've been doing gymnastics since the end of September and Wes is just a ball of energy, running, bouncing, climbing, sweating, seriously sweating...and I am too, trying to keep up with him.

I won't ever tire of tricking him into kissing me (he thinks that's the only way to wake me up, so I fall asleep often, wink, wink), of telling him how much I love him and how cute I think he is...he's my precious bubbi boy and I can NOT believe he's almost 2...and soon I'm going to be in the throws of potty training talk, giving him his 1st haircut, thinking about whether or not he's ready for a big boy bed...I don't know if I'm ready for this...but there's no going back (unfortunately) and so we move forward, with great anticipation!