So my baby, my last born, the last child, is turning two. And so far this has my stomach in knots. I am SO proud that my baby is growing bigger and smarter and funnier. These are all things that I want to see happen – and am so very happy when I see them happen.

But the down-side to all of this growing up is that I am losing my baby and I am losing him very rapidly. I say that in passing, as a joke, often, but it is SO true. R did not stay a baby for very long. He is so very happy to run after his brother and the big kids. He can not wait to be their size…

And yet, I can. But as long as he comes back for these, every once in a while…

I guess I will hold my sobbing to a dull roar. And um, if you see me on Sunday, just understand that my allergies are acting up and that is the reason for the puffy cheeks and red eyes…