Oh, little Wade. I’m so over the moon about him.
It’s not that I’m playing favorites. I love his big brother David just as much.
But David is my first-born. When he was this age I was consumed with just trying to figure out how be a mom to a baby. Most days were about merely surviving.
I still don’t know all the answers, but I know enough of them that this time around I can relax and enjoy my sweet little baby.
Wade turns me into a big ball of mush every time he smiles or coos.
His chubby little tummy is so soft and cute.
He smells so good. Only the way babies can.
I call Wade all kinds of silly names. Much to my husband’s dismay.
The Wade-a-Nator. That one was actually bestowed upon him by David.
The Wadester. The Wade-O-Rama. The Wade-Man. Wader. Waddles. Baby Wade. Wade the Babe.
The latest? Wader Tater.
And sometimes he is just The Wade. An entity unto himself.
Oh, I know they’re all corny. You’re probably cringing at the ooy-gooey sweetness.
But he’s mine. And he makes my heart full.
Do you have silly names for your kids?