I'll take it...

No one warned me how I would literally blink and my baby would be gone. This little man is what he has been replaced with. The kisses are less frequent. The cuddling only happens during movies or at bedtime, the dirt has multiplied exponentially, he wants pirates and motorcycles on every piece of clothing he owns. You get the picture. My baby is still in there. The head on the shoulder has just been replaced with his new favorite saying, "Momma I love your guts." I know that this translates to "Mom, you are still my favorite lady, just don't tell anyone in carpool or on the playground." So little man, "I love your guts,too!"