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I held Quentin a little longer tonight when I put him to sleep.  Tomorrow is his first birthday, and while there isn't necessarily a hard line at the end of babyhood, this feels like one.  Why is watching your children grow up so sad? 

Don't get me wrong, I'm happy that my son is healthy and growing.  I'm just also sad that every day, I see less and less of my little baby. 

He ate cake for the first time yesterday.  I think it's safe to say he likes cake.  It was adorable and disgusting all at once.  I loved it. 

Happy birthday, my little love.
(don't worry, that is an unused plunger.  i am a (slightly) better mom than that.)



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Anonymous said…
He looks more and more like his momma. :)
Naomi said…
Goodness he is adorable. I was just saying that Parenthood is completely bittersweet. The process of watching them grow up, leaving each stage you just fell in love with behind as they grow up a little more. It’s so fun and exciting to see the next stage in their lives and to be a part of it, it just also breaks your heart a little bit.

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