Liam: month 71

Still a small curve of chubby baby cheeks. I know they won't last long though.

Such a common scene around here. Usually accompanied by screams of protest
when Simon jumps on the couch, scattering Legos in all directions.

What's this?! A picture where you're not making a face? No jazz hands??

DO YOU SEE THE FRECKLES STARTING?? The freckles slay me.

You're a ham.

I don't have much to say this month, Liam. This is not to say that you had an unremarkable month, rather I'm just tired. And feeling a bit lazy.

However, looking through this last month's pictures to find ones to edit and post was so much fun. My heart is so full of love for you.

My son.

As I watched you play yesterday, my mind flashed forward to what it will be like when you're grown. Those awkward teenage years, you as a lanky teenager, life once you go away to college. I just can't wrap my head around the idea that you won't always be as you are right now.

My little boy.

If I could freeze time, if I could bottle your scent and the essence of your sweet, fun, loving current self, I would. At the same time, I'm excited to see who you'll grow into. Terrified, but excited.

As we prepare for your 6th birthday party, I'm struck by how old six sounds. In my mind, "five" is still a small child, but "six"... well six is grown up.

Not a grownup, but definitely not a baby anymore.

At any rate, it's a good reminder to cherish the times I have with you when you still need me.

I love you, sweet boy.

~Mum