It is so strange to me that Lincoln is older than Wesley was when Lincoln was born.
Various health issues have delayed our plans to add to our family,
and Lincoln is saying good-bye to the baby stage and becoming a full-blown "big boy."
He is talking up a storm, circumventing any "baby-proofing" we have (such as baby gates), loving to play with his big brothers, and going potty on the toilet (although he's not yet fully potty-trained).
He'll be two in just a couple of weeks,
and sometimes I take a look at him and long to have a baby again.
But then I see those pudgy little toes, wrinkled from the water, and I can't help but kiss them
and hang on to the fact that he is still my baby.