Well, I guess I got some news that I had been expecting for quite some time now. The speech therapist called last week to discuss Ford's progress and wanted to give me some advice that would help him. She told me that he is a BIG boy and it was time to start treating him like one. She could see in the little time she was with him that maybe he was being treated like a baby at home. My heart dropped because although he is my baby, I did need to start treating him like a toddler. It's hard to let go of the rocking, cuddling and doing lots of different tasks for him...but it is time.
Daddy has taken over a large majority of the bedtime routine. They have such a great time together.
(I do sneak in some rocking here and there though).
He still gets lots of sugars and lovin'.
He loves a good selfie.
Where did my baby go?! I feel like it was yesterday that he was born and now look at him...
Bed head.
This boy knows how to take a good nap.
Both Olivia and Ford will always be my babies. I hope they always know how much I love, care and support them. But I also have to remember that it's good for them to take baby steps out of my nest and do things on their own. It's fun to watch the big boy and big girl grow and show their personalities. There will always be a small part of me that wishes that they would stay small and let me rock them each night and stay nice and safe in my nest.
