Until now I have enjoyed L, but always looked forward to what he would do next. Lately I have found myself wishing he could stay 2 years old, he won’t be this cute at 14.
Licking the batter off of the beater and sneaking some chocolate chips.
Discovering a helium balloon from the grocery store for the first time.
Nothing is quite as cozy as sleeping in Mom and Dad’s bed.
14 is easier — and cute in their own way, can’t tell them that, but its true 🙂
Well that’s good to hear.