Three years old...
Four years old...
And now, at the ripe age of five!
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Nostalgia-inspired tooth
Can it possible be? Our littlest boy. My small, quiet, funny baby boy...has his first loose tooth. It is fine and well for my big guy to grow up a little. After all, deep theological talks and offers to help with the little ones are precious. But my little boy? I can't imagine him without his baby teeth. This does not fit into the preschool equation as I imagined it. He's growing up too fast. Beautiful, sweet, adorable Toot!
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2 comments:
What a cutie! I know you are cherishing every moment!
You are right. Too fast. That is why we must enjoy all these moments. The rough ones with the wonderful, because before we know they will be grown.
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