My baby is growing up....

I decided that i wanted to re-organize today. I love to organize and have everything "just-so" and my son totally takes after me in that sense, maybe its because i take things too seriously sometimes and he witnesses things but he is often in the cupboards stacking things and placing things, and his sippy cup has to be on his tray in the perfect place, but i love that about him. Makes him unique and maybe one day his wife will thank me (or despise me) for it.

As is was downstairs going through things, i was also getting things ready for our daughter. Pulling out the basinette, seperating all the infant clothes, etc. And i found myself reflecting on how big our son is already. He has grown so much, and even in this last week, has changed durastically. He has learnt a ton of new words. He waves and says bye-bye every time he leaves my sight and blows me a kiss. He just spends all day talking and playing, and in the midst of doing of the dishes and keeping up with laundry i find myself neglecting to really enjoy these moments with him. I would have to say my absolute favorite is when i am in the kitchen and he comes up and hugs my leg and kisses me for no reason. It is such an act of love, and Ivon and I often talk about how sweet and affectionate he is and how we hope he never changes his character. Always willing to give love, even at his young age. Dont get me wrong, im making him sound like the perfect child, he has a temper, and just recently started hitting us every time he gets angry. I turn my head and giggle to myself because he is so serious, but were finding ourselves crouching down explaining to him that its not nice. His feelings get hurt and then he crys. I am going to make sure that tomorrow, i really treasure him....