So, let them be little 'cause they're only that way for awhile
Give them hope, give them praise, give them love every day
Let them cry, let them giggle, let them sleep in the middle
Oh, but let them be little.
--Billy Dean
Let Them Be Little
family, family, family, family, family, family, family, family, family, family, family, family, family
Oh, Alex.
This cutiepatootie was just a big baby bump when I first met his mom and dad. It felt surreal, seeing him in the flesh a few weeks later. It felt a bit weird, honestly, but a good weird, the kind that makes you wonder at the awesomeness of it all, the miracle of babies and childbirth and how amazing the human machinery is, how it is designed to produce something so beautiful, wonderful, so fantastic in such a small, fragile package.
And boy, do these tiny packages grow! It seems babies grow a centimeter taller as each day goes by. It must be the milk, the love and the attention that little bundles of joy like Alex here receive every minute of every day. And who can blame the doting aunts and grandmothers, most especially his mom? He is absolutely adorable, with his button nose, the way his tiny baby lips purse to let out a soft, quiet coo that melts the heart like butter melts on a hot scone.
(*sigh*).
Babes.
This cutiepatootie was just a big baby bump when I first met his mom and dad. It felt surreal, seeing him in the flesh a few weeks later. It felt a bit weird, honestly, but a good weird, the kind that makes you wonder at the awesomeness of it all, the miracle of babies and childbirth and how amazing the human machinery is, how it is designed to produce something so beautiful, wonderful, so fantastic in such a small, fragile package.
And boy, do these tiny packages grow! It seems babies grow a centimeter taller as each day goes by. It must be the milk, the love and the attention that little bundles of joy like Alex here receive every minute of every day. And who can blame the doting aunts and grandmothers, most especially his mom? He is absolutely adorable, with his button nose, the way his tiny baby lips purse to let out a soft, quiet coo that melts the heart like butter melts on a hot scone.
(*sigh*).
Babes.
