Oh, Henry, my sweet little boy.
Going on 20 months.
Still attached to mama.
Little words struggling to break out.
pop! deeeew! mama, dada, taya
NO!
pointing. pointing. pointing. pointing.
DAT!
I see him wanting to keep up.
Wanting to be like her.
Yet he is still my little baby boy.
And I'll love him like that for as long as I can.
we have the same thing going on at our house right now, parley just can't quite keep up with his best friends!
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