My sweet baby boy will be 17 months old tomorrow. I can't believe this month has come. It is his last month as an only child...his last month as my baby. There are so many moments that I look at him and think that even though he can do so much and acts so "grown up" he is still such a baby. Last night, for instance, he woke at 4AM, I went to his room, picked him up, and he fell instantly back to sleep in my arms. His little face is just the same as it was when he was 17 days old...can't believe sometimes he is 17 months old.

On another note...we have started attending story time on Wednesdays with our friends, N, Parker, and Emma. Don't they look so sweet, attentive, and innocent?
Too bad this only lasted for one story {which, btw, was a HUGE improvement from last week}. After this, Owen walked around the store collected "Melmo" books and stuffed animals and bringing them over to me. Every once in a while he would glance in the direction of the teacher reading the book....I guess that kinda counts ;-)

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