Weston

My baby is 6 months old. He needs to stop growing!

There's a good chance he might be the last baby for our family. I find myself wishing that there was someway to bottle up all his precious babiness: the sweet baby smell, soft skin, giggles, chubby thighs, spit bubbles, fun splashy bathtime, cuddles, sleepy sounds, funny baby faces......all of it.

I'm not ready for this to be my final time experiencing all of this and I'm trying to make sure I enjoy every bit of him. How can this magical time in his sweet life evoke such happiness and sadness from me at the same time? Sometimes I hold him close and just feel a pang in my heart at how fast his babyhood is going. He's my sweet Weston, my little Guber.......