Don't grow up, promise?

Logan is sweet, curious and so innocent at this age.  He gives me hugs, kisses, snuggles and wants mama to play with him.  He thinks the world of Dada and loves to wrestle with him. He likes to climb up in bed with us and lay on our stomachs and listen to our hearts. "I listen to your hort mama"  I soak these moments up, take them in.  They go by too fast.  How is my baby 2?  In a few months he will be 2 1/2.  I know I will keep saying how is he (insert age here) until forever.  He still talks baby talk and I love it.  I told Bryan I will be sad when he is saying things correctly.  I mean not sad, I will be proud but will miss it when he tells me he wants a "faffle" for breakfast (waffle) or "boobies" (strawberries) or he wants to give "tisses" (kisses) Before I know it, he will be grown up and this moment will have passed me by.  Sometimes I secretly wish I could have 10 kids, some natural, some adopt.  Then I come to my senses and will be happy with 2 or 3!
I got my baby fix this past weekend when we had nursery duty at church.  They put me in the crawlers class and I was so happy to get my baby fix! I even got to feed a little boy his bottle and he fell asleep on me for about 30 minutes! It was hard to think that Logan was right there last year.  He seems so big now, so independent.  He doesn't want to take baths anymore, "I shower with Dada" is usually the response we get when we tell him it is time for a bath.  Now, if we can just get him to use the potty.......sigh. 

Logan, buddy, don't grow up, promise?  I want to bottle you up and keep you where you are right now.  Where you think the world of your parents.  I am dreading those teenage years when all of the sudden you stop thinking we are cool and will probably have to force a hug from you.  School, driving, girlfriends, nope, I do not want it to happen! But it will, I know.  But I am loving these moments now because you can never get them back. 



July 2012-still looking like my little BABY.



July 2013-he just looks like a BIG KID.  Who told you to grow up?!