|Playing peek a poo with friends a t daycare.|
The best are the sweet moments when Carter reaches out and holds my hand. This afternoon when we got home I had a migraine and wasn't feeling up to par. Carter was tired and fussy. I decided to take him into our bedroom to see if he wanted to rest for a little bit. On our way down the hallway he reached out and wrapped his fingers around my hand. Melts me every. single. time. At what age will he no longer want to hold my hand? That's when I'm going to really get choked up over how big he is!