When did..

When did my little baby get big enough to eat jam on toast. And by eat I mean lick all the jam off and insist I put some more on.

You there, more jelly please.

When did my little baby get old enough to have lovely ladies come over to sit with him on the couch. Remind me to get rid of this couch before Adam starts dating, it makes it way to easy to accomplish the old arm stretch over the shoulder move.

When did my little baby become old enough to carry his own backpack (ok, he’s not really old enough but he insisted even if he started toppling backwards), dress himself (ok, he didn’t the nanny did…) and walk out the front door while saying bye to his mommy and daddy and hardly looking back (ok, this really did happen – sob).

Mom, please don’t embarrass me and cry in front of all my friends.

What, you think I can’t handle a couple law books in there, try me dad.

Let’s go Maria, Arlo awaits.

What, who says I can’t bring an infant teething ring with me.

When did my baby get old enough to order for himself and drink a whole fruit shake.

When did my baby get old enough to play with London bus. We bought this for him when he was only a little bean in my belly before we left London. I was only three months pregnant and had yet to meet this amazing little bean that was growing in my belly.