Nearly every day, Rick and I look at each other and say, "He's growing up." In spite of me, Liam is indeed becoming a bonafide child. His mannerisms, facial expressions, phrases, sense of humor, interests...everything is pointing to the fact that he is truly a big boy.
As with all growing boys, Liam has been anxiously awaiting his first sleepover. Call me overprotective or whatever, but my kids have only spent the night with their grandparents thus far.
But please give me credit, because I bet I'm one of the only moms to hand a newborn over for a night. Liam stayed with my mom when he was 6 days old (our second day to have him), and Garrett stayed with my mom when he was 3 days old (our first day out of the hospital). But in both instances, my mom and baby were in the next room. I'm not crazy enough to let my newborn go too far. But when my mom asked if I wanted a full night's sleep, I jumped in with both feet.
Anyway, Liam has been asking for a sleepover for quite a while. More than anything, I think he wanted to know when he would be big enough for a sleepover. The time has come, and his best friend asked him over last night.
I was happy to let him go, because I love and trust this family. But I was sad to see my baby take this next step in life. And I missed him terribly!
Because this is my only source of scrapbooking, here are some photos from his big event.
Liam wanted me to be sure and point out that he is in front. He's a little bit competitive. I have no idea where he learned this. Ahem.
Should I even post that? Knock on wood? No, I'll take my chance. I know that pride comes before the fall, but I am proud of my boy.