James had been pretty fussy all day yesterday, and by bedtime I didn't know what to do with him! Mike discovered our problem - a new tooth! James is almost 9 month old, so I understand it's normal for him to have a tooth now; I am not prepared for my little boy to be so big :( I'm already forgetting the sweet, little, baby things that he did months ago.
I don't want to forget his baby love-handles.
I don't want to forget the way he stuffs both fists in his mouth when he's really happy.
I don't want to forget the way his eyes roll back in utter contentment when he's nursing.
I don't want to forget the sound of his soft giggle before he falls asleep.
I don't want to forget the way he gasps *surprised* when air blows in his face or water sprays on his back in the shower.
I don't want to forget the cute way he coughs when he's trying to pooh.
I think I'm going to enjoy reviewing my life after I die, so I can see and remember all of these little things that I'm going to miss.