How his sweet smile (a new skill) can stop me in my tracks, brighten my mood no matter how foul, and bring a smile to my face and heart.
How noisy his poops are. Apparently breastfed babies are notorious for this, but it blew both Jacob and I away.
How many strangers would touch my belly AFTER he was born! One even squeezed my biceps since I was carrying him.
That my husband would insist on being the one to change diapers and burp Josiah when he is home.
That EVERYWHERE we go we would be the center of attention. No more blending into the crowd. (Mix this with all the belly-touching and I’m mortified!)
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