I was reminiscing today about how our life has changed over the past year- from apartment to house and from baby to little boy. It all happens so fast and while it is so exciting, it's also so sad that my little guy will never be a baby again.
I used to love when he would fall asleep so peacefully in his car seat. Why is it that once they reach a certain age they fight sleep?
Yes, I actually found Oliver "reading" the other day- this is not staged.
Like father, like son, right?