It happens all the time: you tuck your sweet baby into bed one evening, kiss his chubby cheeks and whisper that you love him, then the next morning he wakes up looking like a completely different babe. He is missing one of his multiple chins, his smile is bigger, his hair is thicker, his arms and legs wiggle with wild abandon even even more than they did the day before, he is even closer to making it all the way from his back to his tummy.
There will never be enough pictures, or room in my head to keep these fleeting baby moments fresh. It is the one thing that is hardest about knowing I am done with babies. Cooper's "new baby" smell is waning by the minute and he is almost as big as Radlee (not a joke... the kid is huge.)
So for now, I relish every snuggle, every coo and squeal, every look of fascination... all while wondering what he will look like tomorrow morning.
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