My boy.
Weaky. In the beginning of this blog, I called him Spike (Mohawk as a baby) Weaky was because he squeaked when he cried as a baby (Bagel said Weaky instead of Squeaky) and it stuck.
Born to us April 25th 2008, he is the newest addition to the family.
Even though he's just 16 months, and not much talking and just started walking, he is not the shy little boy I thought I had. He is a bull dog of sorts, with a strong personality, maybe because of his sister and his need to defend himself from her strong opinions, and toy thieving ways.
He is a cuddlier, and a kisser, a head butter and a biter. He is the most amazing little man, and as much as I love my daughter to the moon and back, there is SO something different about a mother and a son.
A knowing that no matter what, I will always be his first love. The one girl who will ALWAYS be by his side, and will never back down in his defense. I love him endlessly, and can't wait to see how he grows as a boy and into a man.
I love you Weaky Man. For more of my favorite stories, go here for a dose of true SAHM insanty or to see a baby wear a cake go here.
1 comment:
I so love his nickname weaky. He is adorable. And from one mom to another, I totally agree with what you said. I love my daughter to the moon and back too, but there is definitely something special about a mama's baby boy!!!
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