Our baby is no longer... he's now our little boy.
With all of the struggles with weight gain and the fact that Owen has little head control, no trunk control and, unlike most other 20 month olds who are walking, needs to be carried from place to place, we've found ourselves a bit stuck in time. Owen has, up until Elliot's arrival, still seemed like our little baby.
I've shed a few tears these last few days, looking at my little boy and realizing that he's growing up. We cut his hair yesterday for the first time in months and I cried - again. He has such beautiful locks and the longer hair made him look so sweet. Things were starting to get a bit unruly, though, and so I decided to finally him a little boy haircut. He looks even sweeter but, alas, that baby look is gone. I am slowly becoming okay with this as I know that all of this means he is growing into his role as big brother, as much in our eyes as in his.