Wesley turned 16 months old on March 1st. He is growing up way too fast and this momma wishes time would slow down. It is fun to see how much he is learning and how much he is changing. It seems that every day he learns a new word, does something for the first time, or surprises me with what he knows and comprehends at such a young age. While it's hard to believe he is 16 months old, it's also hard to remember what life was like before he was born.
This is one of my favorite pictures of him. He's only a few weeks old and I so miss those days. Granted, I don't miss sleeping in three hour intervals at night, the evenings he spent crying when he struggled with reflux, or the emotions of being a new mom who questioned whether or not I knew what I was doing. I do miss, however, the times he spent snuggled in my arms sleeping, his little coos and grins, and the way it seemed like we could sit and stare at each other for hours. While I have loved each phase of him growing up, and find that he is so much fun at his current age, I must admit that I miss my baby boy.