I made up a word for this layout. Journaling reads: As I sit here enjoying the last week of your onehood, I realize that I don't want you to grow up. I love how you curl up perfectly content in my lap with a blanket in your mouth as if you were born yesterday. You coo at me because you can't speak very well, even though I know you understand every word we say to you. With your second birthday approaching, it will be the first time in 3 ½ years that I don't have a baby. Childbirth and sleepless nights are fading into the sunset, as our family sets on to the next stage.
Some people get sad when they sort through their kids' baby clothes to pass on, but I get sad when people give me big boy clothes, knowing that one day you will be big enough to fit into them. It makes me think of sword fights and toads in the house. Yet even with all that boy-ness, you'll always be my baby. ~April 2012, age 103 weeks