|Big boy standing on some totes!|
When it was bedtime Carter wanted to be rocked for a while so I sat in the rocker with him pressed against my chest, his head resting on my shoulder. He wiggled around until he was laying just like a baby. I looked down at him and couldn't believe how big he was. His body reached all the way across me and his little feet hung over my side. My mind pictured that tiny baby who once seemed to be the length of my arm. I nuzzled down into his hair, rubbed my cheek against his soft skin, and breathed in his sweet smell. Anyone who has seen Carter when he's sleepy knows his attachment to my hair. Especially when I'm rocking him to sleep he reaches up, gets ahold of some hair, and twirls it in his hand or just holds onto it. It is sweet and I love the connection we have, but when he's overtired he rips my hair out and he's gotten to where no one else can put him to sleep. He has to have momma and I assume partially because of my hair.
|Carter playing with my hair after a 5k.|