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My baby boy is officially 1 year old now.
A short while ago it was still the eve of his first birthday and he was fighting sleep. As usual he squirms and flops until all at once, he's motionless and suddenly snoring. We call him Darth Vader considering the noise he makes. Funny how he's also called Yoda because of his hair and wrinkling forehead. One would think he's growing up in a house of Star Wars fanatics but alas, he is not. Daddy hasn't even seen all the episodes. I digress... Back to my original thought. Oh yes, the fact that my little baby is now my big baby since his brother is now my big boy. Brother is not wanting to grow up. 3 is such a hard age to be apparently, he keeps sneaking the pacifier. Problem is that he shows me he's sneaking it and then has to give it up. Each day they both get bigger..and older. My baby is running through the house most days already saying "get you" as he chases you down the hall. But the best is when he gets in trouble..puckers his mouth..reaches up and says "kiss".
*melt*
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