Tuesday, October 25, 2011
When Nate was only about 8 months old, I started dreaming of baby #2. I had visions of two little babies that were mine who laughed together, shared toys, told stories, with the occasional fight mixed in (when they're older, of course).
This picture reminds me so much of those hopes I had for my boys. Lance is a day away from being 3 months old and is beginning to direct his smiles toward his big brother. I catch him following Nate around the room with his eyes, smiling at him during dinner, and being perfectly content when he holds him.
I see the beginnings of a bond forming and it makes me excited for what's to come, whether it's friendship, tattle-telling, pranks, late-night talks, or hopefully a little of each.
But I don't want them too grow up to quickly. I like them little. :)