Sweet 16

Today, Matty turned 16-months-old.

Tomorrow, Matty gets his first haircut.

Tonight, Mommy is wallowing in self pity.

For weeks now, I've been telling my husband that we need to get Matty's hair cut, and now the night before, I am second guessing it.

It has to be done; his hair is a mess all of the time, but I love my lil monkey with crazy hair!

I call him baby Matty, but everyday I see just how much of "big boy" he is becoming. Before I had him, I never realized how quickly the transition from baby to boy takes place; nonetheless, I still have those locks of hair that belonged to that baby! Well at least tonight I do; tomorrow, will I even recognize the face looking back at me as I tuck him in?

Of course I will, but I'm wallowing, remember?

I think Matty sensed my sadness.

He hadn't bothered with his singing/talking rocking horse for a few months. It sits in a corner in his bedroom and sometimes he pets it, but most days, he ignores it. Tonight though, we were playing and he suddenly walks over to the horse and drags him to the center of the room. Then he clumsily tries to climb on horsey's back and reaches for me to help him. I place him on and Matty just rocks and rocks. Only he doesn't quite grasp the concept of rocking forward and backward, so he rocks side to side...it was such an awesome moment and affirmed that no matter how many "firsts" he goes through in life, he will always be my baby...