Once upon a time I thought it would be sooooo fun when my sister's kid was finally old enough to run and talk and play with Kenyon and be such a big boy.
Now? Not so much.
What happened to the little snuggle master that would cuddle in my arms and sleep away?
|There's nothing like that new baby smell. Auntie Lala couldn't get enough of it either.|
|By the way, what happened to the kid on the right?!|
And now, we're stuck with this:
This ridiculously large, rambunctious, hilarious, smiling boy. Although still kissable, he now can run away when he's had enough; and snuggles are not always high on his priority list. Sigh....
Happy birthday, Kade, since apparently there's no stopping you.
I suppose one of the few good things about growing older is you can start to have really deep, meaningful conversations with your grandparents.