So, I'm at the point that I think most of my friends have experienced where I'm wondering what in the world we were thinking when we decided to have another child. How in the world will we love someone as much as we do McClendon? How will we fit time in with both of them? Will we still be good parents to him when she comes along? And, finally...how did he grow up so much so fast? As I watch him climb in and out of the car and buckle himself in, wash his hands with little help, say "thank you" without prompting, and remember to ask me almost everyday how my day was; I wonder how in the world this happened with one blink.
However, I was reminded a few nights ago that even though he's getting so big, becoming so independent and thinks he very rarely needs me to help with anything...he's still such a small little blessing that could never be anyone but my sweet baby boy. He's not so grown up after all.