I know some day I’ll look back on this time with a sentimental, rose-tinted fondness. It’s inevitable. I’ll remember his tiny little clammy hands, his sweet milky breath, his cheeky smile and the warmth of his little head under my chin when I cuddle him. I’ll hold up his first outfit and say ‘I can’t believe he was ever that small’. I’ll feel that maternal pang that will make me reconsider my ‘never again’ deceleration – for a moment, at least. But right now it feels like this is all he ever does (scream). Ever. 
When he’s not peeing on me, that is.

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  1. I love how beautiful you captured this. Despite how challenging this stage may be at times, it's a moment that will for sure, one day be missed.

    p.s. I adore your blog. I don't comment frequently, but I truly do adore it 🙂

    I hope you and your family have a blessed weekend, and Happy Mother's Day!!

  2. It's funny how fast we forget about the difficult times… and my difficult times, I'm referring to the first 8 ish months of life… None of us would have second children if it weren't for those rose tinted glasses. Try ear plugs. 😉 xo

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