When we had Abby were were enamored (and still are) by her gregarious charm and her easygoing, happy disposition. She slept through the night at 5 weeks, (I know!) played easily by herself, and was really low maintenance. I loved her like I've never loved anyone before, and I just knew that it would be impossible to ever love another soul as much as her.
But then this kid came along 17 months later and he stole my heart. I never believed it when people said that the relationship between mom and son is different, but it SO is. And maybe it helps that he's cuddly and affectionate by nature, but he makes my heart melt every time I see him. Truth be told, (okay, yeah, I've told you this before) Carter is NOT a happy child. He's grouchy maybe 75% of the day. It took him forever to sleep through the night and he still has problems with that sometimes. And the terrible twos for him have just magnified his grouchiness. He's big into tantrums lately, and when he doesn't get his way, he'll yell and growl like an angry bumblebee.
But despite his grouchiness, he is loving, and sweet, and a really cool kid. I recently read a blog post here and could totally relate. Carter is my best bud, and so grateful that he's still small enough to cuddle up in my lap. I will miss it when he doesn't crawl up on me and lay his head on my shoulder. I will miss it when he one day stops grabbing my legs and howling for me to pick him up. I will miss his littleness. But he will always be my little boy.










































