This sad little face happens at least five to ten times a day.

Its true, this is the face he gives me after I tell him "No!" "Don't touch" "Let go!" "Stop that!" And then I go on and break his little one year old heart. All he wanted was to unplug the computer, play with my phone, or take the wipes out of the box one.by.one.

It is a funny thing though how one minute he is sobbing like a teenage girl and the next he is happily jabbering pushing his little baby walker around. I do love my little boy and today he sat in my lap for ten whole minutes and we snuggled. I would put up with an entire day of tears for just ten minutes of smelling his sweet baby skin and hearing his slow even breath. These young years fly I am told, and I believe it. So in the midst of sad faces and tears and unfortunate tantrums I savor the moments where he is just content and happy in my arms.