Little faces, smiling eyes, fuzzy hair...

Right now, I'm holding my 1 year old, giant baby boy while he takes a nap.  He wakes up every time I try to put him down so he'll just have to get used to sleeping through my typing.  Today he called me 'mama' for the first time and my heart skipped a few beats and pride came beaming from my face.  He called me out of desperation while I was eating my lunch and he wanted out of the play yard.  Arms outstretched, he yelled 'MA-MAAAAAA' to me.  I got him out, don't worry.  I cherish these moments.  I have 2 older babies (8 and 6) and the bulk of their 'firsts' are over except for when E loses her first tooth.  The rest of the 'firsts' are the firsts that no mom really wants to think about.  First period, first bra, first pimple, first broken heart...  I can wait on those.  I would put those on hold indefinitely if I could.  But I have a sweet little boy who realized that he could say my name today and I would respond.  I'll *always* respond. 

Sleeping baby boy...under a girlie butterfly blankie.  Oh well.