Wow… My little boy, my baby, my youngest, turned eight years old yesterday. It seems unreal that he could possibly be that old.

This was my baby boy just a few short hours after he was born… I remember it like it was yesterday… So how can you tell me it’s been 8 years?

My sweet boy with his favorite blanket. He loved it so much that we had to buy two, just in case one was in the dirty laundry.

I loved all the faces I got those first few months! 🙂

It’s funny the things you remember, and the things that scare you as a mom. That toe was ALWAYS at a angle his first year, or maybe year and a half. I wouldn’t put shoes on him because I was always scared I would hurt him, even though the pediatrician assured me time and time again that it was completely normal.

The face we got when anyone but mommy held him. 🙂 It’s funny how then it was so frustrating, but now I kind of miss those days.

He was so beautiful when he was sleeping… Which I’m sure it felt like he never did. We actually ended up co-sleeping, which I swore I’d never do, because I felt like it was the only way we’d ever sleep again.

I should have known from this very look that sleeping in a crib wouldn’t happen. 🙂 But look at all that cute chubbiness!

Our pitiful attempt at cute baby pictures at Olan Mills. I would never waste my money doing that again.

Another peaceful sleeping picture… Look at those adorable hands!

Big brother’s new best friend… Or something like that. He managed to crawl up into his brother’s favorite dump truck, so brother decided to take him for a ride!

And it didn’t end there… Yes, big brother tried to lock him in the toy box.

But he got his revenge “Don’t worry mom, I’ve got this.”

And he has grown up into this AMAZING little boy who brings a smile to my face every single day!

Thank you, my sweet little boy, for bringing so much joy to my heart! Thank you for being the amazing boy that you are. I love you with all my heart, I wish you all the joy that you bring to everyone you meet.