You hate it when I call you baby boy. “I’m not a baby!, I’m just a boy!”
How did you go from this tiny blue bundle to the four going on fourteen year old I see now?
They tried to warn me it would go so fast.
You look so grown up and not my baby any more.
I’m glad you still want to hold my hand and snuggle into me at night.
You are still my baby boy. You’re just a lot more boy than baby.
I love you