He of course informs me that he is NOT a baby and that I should quit calling him that.
Okay, my little wuvee duvee cutie pie…
Let's just face it….he can't win this. I mean look at him.
Of course, it doesn't help that it looks like the cake is bigger than he is. Probably is…that tiny thing. But 5. Where did it go? I think I might have slept or blinked or spaced out because something happened to my little baby.
Looks like this….and just turned five.
Waaaahhhhhh!!!! Make it stop, make it stop. I want to get off this ride now. Slow it down people.
Happy birthday my beautiful little one….you will always be my baby.